Life on Mars

*Askan* · 06-21-2020, 11:09 AM

The Ashen Armada? In the back of his mind Askan knew that it wasn't fair to make assumptions, to paint everyone with the same brush, but his run in with the Armada's Warlord had left an overly sour taste in his mouth. Bitter and sickly, like he'd eaten a poisonous plant. Sure, the pack could be a paradise on earth, full of lovely, like minded wolves who would welcome him with open arms, but none of that mattered. His opinion of the pack was sorely tainted and being the stubborn bugger that he was, he held onto grudges for a long long time. Was he being unfair? Probably, when emotions got in the way he wasn't always logical, but did he care? Not really.

"I see." He said with a curl of his lip, his disapproval clear. He might as well have been howling it from the hills for all it was worth.

She then went onto introduce herself and out of habit his ears flicked forward to listen. He might not agree with her choice in leadership-at all really, clearly she had poor taste- but the least he could do was learn her name. For future reference if nothing else. There was no denying that Malalia had clever eyes, that if she looked at him too long she'd see him for what he was. Askan didn't like that thought, not one bit.

"Askan Selwyn." He then looked away, watching the river flow to the east, only for his gaze to snap back at her last, witty little comment. Served him right really, but he'd never see it that way.

He really didn't know what to say to her and that frustrated him. Usually he had snappish comebacks of his own, just squirming on the tip of his tongue, ready to be spat. But he didn't know what he wanted, or where he wanted to be. His old life had been full of certainties, with a rigid structure and sense of purpose. It had been stifling, like his Father was choking the life from him, but this wasn't that much better either. The lesser of two evils for sure, but not much of an upgrade in the grand scheme of things.

"Not particularly, just wanted to figure out the lay of the land." That sounded like a reasonable enough response, even though he loathed the fact he had to justify himself. "And you? You out for a jaunt?" He snorted.

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