i could really use a wish right now

So far of the Glaciem brood his father was acquiring, the young Blood had only met three; Argent (even though she wasn't part of the brood), Irin the young pale dove who seemed to think monsters existed and Arthfael, the woman who had tried making the moves on him, much to her waste of time. They were all very good looking woman in their own respect, but Taurig knew there were still many more women left to meet. Which left him wondering just how many women were in Glaciem at the moment and how many more would his father bring in. Did he have a limit to how many women he would bring, or would he just keep acquiring them until all of Alacritis was left womenless? It was an interesting concept.


Another night, more time to himself, more wandering around Glaciem. His father had gone to challenge for a woman in the Valhallan pack and had come back empty pawed, but he knew Isardis wouldn't stay like that for long. The pale king was going to battle a valhallan, whether it be the queen herself or the girl's father, but he was going to fight for her. And Taurig would be right there behind him, ready to tear into the first wolf that decided to cause his father harm. Now, it was only a matter of when his father would decide to make the challenge. The waiting game wasn't exactly the best game around. The iridescent moonlight shone down on the young grey-blue brute, illuminating the path before him that his paws had picked out all on their own. He wasn't sure where exactly he was going, so he just let his paws take him where they may. And tonight, it was a stream. But he wasn't the only one taking a midnight stroll. Her scent belonged to Glaciem; another of the brood. Taurig was quiet in his approach, a dark shadow as he came upon the opposite side of the stream, icy gaze coming across the woman's figure as he lowered his crown, salmon tongue lapping at the clear liquid.



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