Graceful Rooms of Alabaster Stone
08-24-2013, 10:14 PM
My apologies then. Cross' tone was stiff, but he could clearly detect the sincerity behind it. It's fine. Already forgotten. He dismissed the young man's wrong assumption with a neutral tone, already putting it behind him. He didn't really blame the boy. Clearly the lands of Glaciem held some kind of significance to the bulky yearling, but as far as what they were and where they stemmed from, the Knight had absolutely no clue. He could see the boy begin to physically relax, his shoulders dropping down to a more normal level, though not completely done. Taurig could've very well gone after the yearling for such a blatant display of aggression, but since Cross had not made any move to attack him, the grey-blue Knight had held his ground, merely throwing off his own display, wanting to show the boy that he wouldn't let himself be senselessly attacked. He had stayed true to his word. He truly meant the youth no harm, but if he had attacked the titan would've have no choice but to defend himself. He was glad it hadn't come down to that. You asked me what if I came here often. Well, I was born here. You see...I am Glaciem too. Or Old Glaciem anyway. My family were the warriors who first tamed the Far North, in this land, and in two others like it. But, times change. So that's why he'd reacted the way he had; because Glaciem had once been his home. That was his birth place. And he had probably been aware when it had come under new rule of the past Valhallan king. And now Isardis and the rest of his pack occupied the land. Did Cross resent him for living in his old home? I wasn't aware Glaciem had been inhabited before my father took hold of it... He murmured quietly. If Glaciem had been his pack, he would've handed it back over to the rightful owners, no questions asked. They had settled the area. It was more their home than his, though if they would allow it, he would've liked to live among them. If Cross was anything to judge by, the rest of his pack didn't seem like such a bad bunch, especially if they were warriors. But sadly Glaciem didn't belong to him, but his father and he knew Isardis wouldn't give up Glaciem under any circumstances. Unless it benefited him of course. And what is your name Son of Isardis? Or better yes, don't tell me who you are, tell me what you are. Now it was his turn to answer the questions. I am Taurig. A simple warrior. Raised in the ways of the warrior since I was six months old. Nearly the complete opposite of my father. I do not like wars or conflicts, but if push comes to shove don't doubt that I will push back. And push back hard. It wasn't a threat. He just letting Cross know that he wasn't the kind of man to let himself be pushed around, or those that he cared about. And that wasn't just limited to his family. Talk like this |