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Aslatiel

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Samhain 2022Statue 1 Worship
09-03-2021, 10:59 AM

The words that Artorias spoke in regards to Sirius letting Briar go... Aslatiel's purple gaze hardened and she didn't try to hide the fact that the statement rubbed her the wrong way. "What my father and everyone else fails to realize is that we aren't slaves. Any wolf of this pack can come and go as they please. There's nothing keeping us here short of actual slavery." Asla's gaze then pulled to Briar. "Don't let him bully you just because you share blood. Tell him what you want and don't settle for less." Sirius was no god. He hadn't even been able to run his own pack. He couldn't hold it together. Why would anyone listen to anything that he said? How could he still have the faith of his pack?

The pair seemed to be shocked when she told them that she was leaving the Armada. Artorias more so than Briar. Asla imagined it was because he wasn't part of this pack. He wasn't yet able to see through the façade that was the Armada. "The first day of spring. The pups and I are gone. He's my father. I don't hate him. He will miss his grandchildren. We came to an agreement." He asked her to wait until spring and she would comply as far as the very last day of winter. Perhaps if he'd shown a little bit of gratitude. If he'd acknowledged that Azure, Mortis and Indigo were fuckups. If he'd thanked her for the trouble that she'd gone through to hold his pack together. Maybe things would have been different. Ah, but no... the golden children were back and she was pushed aside once more. It was a joke.

Briar suggested that Asla and the pups visit the Hallows and Asla nodded. "We'll definitely pay a visit or two. I'm going to teach them how to live on their own. Be self sufficient. They'll never have to rely to anyone." That was her hope, anyway. "And when they're older and can decide for themselves, they're free to join any pack they wish." The cream and grey fae gave a light shrug. A few more months and this would all be over with. Then she could focus wholly on her children and making herself happy again.

"Aslatiel Fatalis"
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