What I Want
Sibyl - Fall Seasonal
12-29-2020, 06:07 PM
The dark-furred brute cocked a half smirk while he considered Sibyl's words. Of course the indecisive fae would want everything with no compromises or detractions from what she already had. Sibyl wanted the world all to herself, and though Azriel was want to give it to her, he knew that was an impossibility. He had to agree with her, there were no appealing aspects of rejoining a pack, save for Fel, and especially not a pack he knew precious little about. If Fel was his only window into the inner machinations of Aerie, it certainly didn't seem like a pleasant place to be. After all his run-ins with packs, the striped male couldn't bring himself to commit to joining as enthusiastically as he believed Fel was hoping they would. But if he couldn't, did that leave them with only two options: convince Fel to leave Aerie with them or say goodbye to Fel Abraxas forever? Azriel's smirk slipped away as he pursed his lips in quiet contemplation. It would be so much easier to just turn their duo into a trio, but something was preventing Fel from committing to them, something she was keeping as secret as he was keeping his reasons for not joining Aerie.
"We don't know that we have to compromise yet... Although the more I consider it, the more likely that outcome is appearing to be..." he remarked while they strolled alongside the river. His large paws crunched a few drying leaves beneath them, breaking the otherwise stillness. Honking of geese flying south for the winter sounded overhead, heralding the coming change of seasons. They at least had to decide whether they would winter here in Boreas or head out soon before it became too difficult to travel. He didn't mind staying around here; the wolves didn't seem to know him, and it afforded them more chances to warm their bed with Fel's spicy presence. "The only pack I've ever been in, I destroyed..." Azriel said after some moments of silence while ruminating on what Sibyl had said about their past experiences with packs. "I was born in one, far away from here. It doesn't exist anymore. No one else is alive from it. To say my previous experience wasn't enjoyable is an... understatement. It's why the prospect of Aerie makes me uneasy."
Azriel didn't bother to look at Sibyl while he spoke. He didn't want to see the look on her face as he finally confessed the truth of what happened to his birth pack. Was he ashamed of his past? No, of course not. But it was not something he liked to advertise or let others know about. Even Sibyl had been in the dark until this very moment, and even then he had only given her a small sampling of what had occurred. He knew all about Sibyl's time with the zealot healers and how they had treated her. She hadn't been shy about sharing her experiences with him over the year. No other wolf besides him knew what he had done. She was the first he told, and the second living wolf to know.
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