ardent

-- didn't know i was lost



Oberon I

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
68
size
Medium
build
-
posts
47
player
10-04-2013, 06:37 AM




Oberon nodded his head almost absently as Arella spoke, ears pricked in her direction. "I doubt my mother would," Oberon had to admit that. Jupiter liked her children, but it seemed to be in a more distant manner than some of the other parents that he had seen within Ludicael. Jupiter had her paws full with her pack, and seemed to focus less on her pups than, say, Song and Cherokee did. Was that his fault? "My sister would." This was a solid fact. Gira would miss him if he left home too much. She adored him as much as he adored her; they wouldn't be complete without them.

Valhalla. Valhalla. Oberon was drawing a blank on the name, which meant little as he didn't pay much attention to Ludicael's politics and alliances. Perhaps he ought to. Though there were no promises that he would become Sol one day, it wouldn't hurt to know at least a little about the lands that he lived in. He was only familiar with Tortuga and his own pack, and the name Valhalla meant nothing to him. "Ludicael," Oberon spoke simply, "My mother is the Sol." He hadn't the faintest idea of what that name would correspond to in a typical pack. For Oberon, Sol was the typical name for his mother's rank, not Alpha.

The male would examine Arella for a moment, considering his next course of action for a long moment before his maw opened once more, "What's Valhalla like?" Curiosity in his gaze, he waited in silence for her to answer him.



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