Graceful Rooms of Alabaster Stone

*Taurig* · 08-23-2013, 02:54 PM

War. It was on the horizon, just within reach; and all because of his father. Just because of his father's selfish nature, because he wanted to have every single she-wolf he came across all to himself. He didn't understand why his father wanted so many women to begin with and Taurig wasn't about to sit down and have a heart to heart with Isardis. As much as he would've liked to be closer to his father, a part of him felt like that would never be able to happen given the fact that the young Knight had been raised with a very different way of thinking. Women to him were precious creatures, allies and friends and mothers. They were supposed to be protected at all costs, while at the same time respected for the abilities that they possessed. They were just as good warriors as they were mothers. But his father didn't seem to value them for that. He just wanted them because they could provide children, nothing more. And he didn't think that was a good way to view women, but he wasn't going to try and change his father. That would be a waste of his time. And it wasn't really his business. His father could do as he pleased and Taurig as well.

The only downside to Isardis way of thinking was that most of their pack was made up of women; he and Oddity were the only other males. What chances would they stand if things came down to a war? Surely Valhalla had to have allies and those allies would aid them if a war ever broke out. Glaciem didn't have allies. None that he was aware of anyway. A frustrated sigh slipped past his lips as he wandered south of the Glaciem border. Why couldn't his father just leave well enough alone? He had more than enough women. What was one foolish girl to him? Powerful limbs plowed easily through the light snow covered ground, icy eyes dancing over the terrain, spotting an ivory figure off in the distance. A pause was taken, muzzle tipped upwards, nostrils flaring, catching the stranger's scent; male and rogue. What was he doing so close to Glaciem borders? Curious, the titan began moving forward once again, his movements slow as he took his time moving closer to the young brute. As the gap between them closed, Taurig could see that the young man was pretty large, though still noticeably smaller than himself. He didn't look to be very old, probably around a year or so, but his size was rather deceiving. He didn't appear to be heading anywhere, merely standing in the middle of the area. The gargantuan brought himself to stand at a distance, ice blue eyes observing the large yearling, wondering who he was.

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