the king wants his gold

*Taurig* · 08-18-2013, 11:47 PM

He had arrived at the end of meeting, barely in time to catch his father's departing words as he promised to meet the Valhallan's in the battlefield. Clearly, the woman that his father was after had to be something of a prize in order for him to want to fight for her. But as his icy eyes scanned the crowd of Valhallans, she didn't seem to be anywhere in sight, or at least he didn't she was. Certainly it wasn't the red-faced girl standing beside the queen, or the brown woman in the back. Neither of them looked to be hardly worth his father's time. So who was this mystery woman -to him at least- that Isardis was willing to battle over? He supposed he would find out soon enough.

And with his last words his father turned heel and began moving back home to Glaciem, the Overseer Argent throwing her promise at the Valhallans before she too took her leave. Taurig waited to make his departure, allowing his father and Argent to well far ahead. His icy gaze touched each wolf individually, committing their faces to memory before his own departure was taken, inky limbs pulling the young blood away from the foreign land to take him back home. He would see some of these wolves again. He was sure of it.

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