A kingdom of blood and past [amenti/tor/newwolves]
09-02-2013, 12:11 PM
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The young man would follow the pretty vixen and her call. His obsidian audits took in her howl as he closed his purple gaze for a moment relishing the sound. Kairos had sat in the brush for a while waiting and watching until she settled as well for the big dame who he came to know as Zara. The brute sneered as he looked at the lady, big lady, big attitude. Yet he was smart and kept his distance so as not to piss her off. Only until quite an amount of wolves had came and showed up did he wait to come out of hiding. Kai let his eyes fall upon Newt's children, his half brother and sister. Then came in a few wolves who just wished to follow and those who seemed enraged. Well, one particular dame anyway who didn't seem too happy.Of course most of these wolves seemed like a pretty odd bunch; then again so was he. Deciding that it was more safe than before to completely show himself the man stood up on all fours. His purple gaze scanned the crowd as his face remained plain and with no emotion. As he walked by a few wolves Kairos wondered where he should sit. Should he sit in the back and seem aloof? Or sit in the middle of the collection of wolves and seem social? Should he sit on the edge and seem mysterious? Or should he sit closer to Newt and seem like a dick? It was only a moment until Kairos realized he had been standing still looking like an idiot. With a small smile and a shrug the yearling made his decision. He could care less now. Making his was through the crowd the brute winked at Zara then Newt before walking over and closer to Newt. He did not sit beside her nor close but a mere yard closer than the rest, other than Zara. The yearling had come to an understanding that the big dame didn't really like him. It took all of his willpower not to mouth some provocative sentence to the female from where he sat. So wait did he do for the pretty vixen to speak. He watched her with a small smile. So the bastard of the bastard sat on his haunches while he watched her take what she deserved. Now that he was in a comfortable position the bastard thought of what his actions had done. Now his mother was free of him, free of the lingering reminder of her rape. She had no one to take care of now, she was free. His brothers were gone so now was the time he followed in their footsteps. Maybe, just maybe, he was following his father's. But who could tell or care? He sure didn't! Kairos was going on his own path now. But this didn't mean he was entirely separated from his family. Sure he could still meet up with Cross and have a nice chat right? But what would he think of his actions? Would he mind? Falling for a pretty vixen who had a certain dark heir to her? Of course Kairos didn't mind,it just made him love the pretty vixen even more! The yearling then shifted as he thought of his family members, and cousins. They surely wouldn't really mind his absence but what about his grandma Crusade? Uncle Gargoyle? But his mother was right....she had been right all along. She had a right....to be scared. The yearling knew what he was turning into now, a monster! It showed! if you looked at the scar on his muzzle all you saw was an evil grin. Only in the dark you could see that unless if you focused in the light....he was a freak, a monster...yet Kairos was proud. "normal, I talk, I think, you speak" |