Why...
07-29-2013, 10:20 AM
He was out of his element. Death, tears, sobbing - these were things he wasn't necessarily unfamiliar with, but he was certainly not comfortable with them. Loccian was a wolf he felt moderately close to, close enough to comfort in a time like this - and yet the new King felt incredibly, inevitably lost. Eyes fluttered to Tahlia momentarily before returning to Loccian as she explained what had happened. She had found the babe torn to pieces on the borders. How despicable! Who would harm a child, an innocent child? A growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating against his ribs, but was quickly drowned out by a clap of thunder and flash of lightning. At least the storm seemed to be doing its best to help the lost King. What exactly was the answer for this? Anything could have killed the child, even non-wolves such as bears or pumas. It wasn't as if he had any evidence to track down the murderer, all he had was the child's body - which really ought to be covered for Loccian's sake. Casting a last, forlorn look at Tahlia - as if she might offer some advice - the King shifted toward the grave as Loccian bowed to it. Don't - he started to say, but broke it off with the chorus of the rain. She deserved to say goodbye, at least. He allowed her a moment before bringing his muzzle to the top of her neck, gently parting the fur with his nose. He whispered to her, Come Loccian, let me finish what you've started. It was a pleading tone, one that implored her to allow him to do her this service. Of course if she refused he would push the matter no further, but the King sincerely wished to cover the child from her weary eyes - to lay the babe to rest among the fallen of Seracia. Her death had been unjustified, but it certainly would not go unnoticed. The pack would have to be warned, young would need to be supervised with more scrutiny. His own children were on their way - growing steadily in their mother's womb. Bronze's would be arriving soon as well, and all of them were being born into a world of very real danger. As blissful as the Kingdom could be, it had its fair share of death and destruction - and this was a prime example. He remained where he stood, near enough that their fur intertwined where it met, his head still lingering over her own bent crown. Speech, |