Stop at the stop sign go at the red sign
08-23-2013, 03:19 PM
Yes Oddity was as it stands. He was different from the rest, he was disconnected from the world. He had been a child of the greatest devil alive. Who hid within the dark, but Oddity had come out on top. As was he unsure of the world he had come to know and thought of. Though he still had his fathers teachings embedded in his head, was what he was doing really his choice and morals? Oddity flicked his ears, yes a father did not matter. Yet, he was still wondering what it was like to be the kings son. The king, only from one encounter Oddity wanted to cry at how impressed he was, how sad he was from an emotional state that he wish that had been the male he had come from. Oddity had never met his mother, as far as he knew he simply appraised her for giving birth and giving him life in such a manner as he was now. "Taurig, that's a rather nice name. Befitting of a wolf such as yourself." He wasn't referring to being Isar's son this time. Just simply the way he filled out, his size as well. Yet within Glaciem Oddity felt as if he shouldn't be afraid regardless of who was here. A pack was a unit after all. They were here under collectives of survival under the kings rule. "At first I was curious about what a pack was. And this happened to be the closest one, but your father rather intrigued and opened my eyes to a new world. I am not familiar with a normal life of a wolf. My father secluded me from the world. But, I want to learn. Things confuse me dearly, so I am here to learn and hopefully get a grasp of who I am and who I can trust and give my trust to." Oddity tilted his head, still a habit of his as his ear flicked. He hoped these answers were acceptable. After being so used to lying, telling the truth was pulling over a hurdle. Lying was a part of his life like it was eating and sleeping. When it came to enemies or the fear of being killed, he was a truthfully good liar. As he pulled his head back straight again. His emotionless gaze sat upon Taurig, wondering if it made any difference what their bloodline was. Or rather if the world sought them in a different way every time. Speech, |