ardent

I could really give a good goddamn

Aranea



Ulric

Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
512
player

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1KCritical Hit!
05-22-2021, 04:20 PM
The quiet room was suddenly filled with the sounds of her sobs, her words making him grit his teeth until his jaw began to hurt. Of course Allegro hadn't wanted her. How could he blame the poor man that had fallen into the same trap he had? He could only imagine what the other man was feeling, expecting the mother of his children to come home to him only to see her pregnant. He had briefly wondered if perhaps these were Allegro's pups instead of his, but he couldn't make the timeline work in his head and even if he could her admitting that Allegro had turned her away told him all he needed to know.

His hackles began to bristle as she began turning his words back on him, reminding him of him saying that he would do anything for her, feeding him lies of how she would have settled down to be a mother for him while in turn calling him a lier for not feeling the same. Delusional, suicidal, accusatory. Turning the blame away from herself. But he wouldn't let her do it. Not this time. "Like hell you would have," he muttered, a growl to his tone. "That's never what you wanted and you know it. How was I supposed to believe that when you abandoned your own children?"

He gave a hard shake of his head a low growl pulling from his chest before he could stop it as he forced his gaze away from hers. He was done. He thought he could keep it together to speak with her to find some sort of reason in this mess, but there was none. Logic and reason were gone here. "You killed them," he managed through gritted teeth, his ears falling back against his head. "You... You could have just left them here, I wouldn't have questioned, but you... You killed them. I can't forgive that. I can't."

Ulric let out a measured breath, his claws scraping against the stone under his paws. "I don't want you here," he told her, ignoring any protests or sobs or whatever she was going to try and do to twist at his heart. She lost that privilege with this stunt. "Take whatever supplies you need and then get out of my pack. I don't want to see you here come morning." He turned to leave then, too furious to trust himself to be around her any longer.

Ulric Adravendi