Jar of hearts
08-28-2013, 09:03 PM
He knew that his father was bringing in more females with each passing day, but none of them served a practical purpose other than providing him with children. And Taurig wasn't exactly sure what to make of that. If his father began breeding with all the women in his pack, then all the pups that would be born would be half siblings of the young Knight. All with the blood of Isardis. How was he supposed to react to that? He'd never had siblings before in his life. He was the only pup to his mother and Isardis and he had quite liked it that way. His mother had always had time for him whereas his father barely had any. He didn't care much, he was a full grown man now and didn't need to be babied by his father, but would the pale ghost favor the younger generations over him? As far as he knew, none of the females in Glaciem were pregnant as of yet, so he didn't have to worry about siblings yet. It would've been nicer not to have to worry about them at all, but with his father's intentions for all these women, that was definitely asking too much. With nothing better to do, the Knight had decided to give Glaciem one last round before the night settled in and he took himself to bed. This patrolling routine he'd gotten himself into was quickly becoming a bore and frustratingly so. He should've been sparing or practicing or training with other warriors, not wearing out trails in the snow from his non-stop patrolling. But there were no warriors, aside from Argent, and she was always with his father, making it extremely difficult for him to try and get a moment with her alone. Taurig moved quietly through the terrain, powerful limbs moving the man onward, icy gems taking in his surroundings, velvety nostrils catching the scent of another Glaciem woman. Figuring it was better he introduce himself, the grey-blue brute adjusted his course to head in the direction that the scent originated from, icy gaze coming across the timber-hued woman's figure as she paced before her den. The Knight cleared his throat, approaching slowly before stopping several yards away. Good evening ma'am. He called out quietly, not wanting to alarm her. Talk like this |