Mirror
09-08-2013, 02:29 PM
He was forming a new family here. It was by no means a way to replace the one he had back home, but it was just a safety net for him to go back to whenever he needed the comfort of a familiar face. And his Aunt Sendoa was just the one for it. She was much easier to be around than his father, given her more relaxed nature. He barely even knew her, but he had taken an instant liking to her and his affections towards his aunt would only grow with the passing time. Emeralds would meet icy diamonds, a smile quirking one side of her jaws at his response to her question of jumping. I would have to agree with you in most cases, but some lives aren't worth living Taur. His expression would become solemn, dark brows furrowing together. She did have a point there. If one could provide nothing else for his fellow packmates with his very existence, then why not do everyone a favor and disappear? It was a morbid way of thinking, but it was basically the rules of survival. Survival of the fittest. If you couldn't pull your weight, then you didn't need to be around. The topic would quickly be cast aside and Taurig was happy to let it go. He didn't want to spend the night with his aunt contemplating the usefulness of other wolves. She confirm his suspicion; simply wandering. A nearly undetectable wince would flash across his features. His father had been injured in the one place that no man ever wanted to be injured and with the pale ghost being as prideful as he was, had disappeared since the challenge and no one had seen anything from him. He would resurface soon, the Knight was sure, and things would take a turn for the worst. You? Sendoa would throw the question back at him, banishing any thoughts about his father. Pretty much the same. I found this place a while back when I was exploring the north and it was beautiful during the day. I was curious as to what it looked like during the night. His lips would quirk in a grin as his aunt nipped at his cheek, daggers appearing as they went to gently nip at the edge of her nose. He usually wasn't the type of man for physical affection, but it just seemed natural with his aunt. Talk like this |