Round Two
10-09-2013, 07:58 PM
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Walk | Talk | Think The playful, easy expectancy that had grown within at the prospect of being able to train with his aunt dissipated into nothing when he saw the sly grin upon her lips smooth itself into a mere line, the tension building somewhere along his shoulders. Whatever was to come, he could sense a seriousness about it, feel the weight of the words before they were even spoken. And he was very eager to hear what it was that his aunt had to tell him. There was so much that he had missed, so much that he was still currently missing, by keeping himself distant from his once home territory, training and busying himself with spars and necessary hunts. What was it that Viridiana knew? What was it that made her typically smirking face become so stoic? As she sat, he listened. Just a little the muscles around his eyes jumped when Vi remarked upon seeing little of him when the pack had been disbanded. There's been nowhere to be around since Morphine left, his thoughts testily responded, but he kept any verbal remarks to himself. He was far too interested in what she was already saying next, about the once lead of Amenti swooping in and taking the territory herself, only to lose it swiftly after. Rather pathetic really. The news nearly made his lip curl upward in distaste, though the movement was stilled as the current leader was mentioned, someone hailing from the north. It mattered little who he was - the fact his ruling resembled Desdemona's was even insignificant to him. What bothered him most was that it was another outsider coming in to claim his home. Another ignorant wolf ready to tarnish the lands that he had already claimed in his heart. By now he was agitated, upset further by knowing that the place he had always thought to be a safe haven was being turned into a farce. How could this be? How could fate continually abandon Tortuga like this to the hands of the selfishly incapable? A deep set frown had fallen across his features as he pondered the news, frosty blue eyes staring somewhere at the ground between the two of them while he lost himself in a mixture of thought and the provoking words that Viridiana uttered. She hated the state of things as well. She wanted to see a rightful Tortugan upon the throne of the pack. Just like him. "So do I," he answered readily, his stern gaze rising finally to meet her own. "I'd been hoping Morphine would step up, try to fix this. It's disappointing that she's gone under the radar." And of course Aunt Vi had stated herself that she had no intentions of going for the leadership role herself, despising the figurehead position. But had he not already been considering it? Was that not the reason he had been making a point to train, to strengthen, to prepare for the day he would return to his homeland? He had spoken of it only once, in confidence to Alamea when he had sought out her companionship and compassion, but it seemed now was as good a time as any to further his resolve and further set himself along the path he had already chosen. "What's this "king" like? How much of a chance would I have against him?" Rune questioned directly, assuming his phrasing might answer Viridiana's question and ask his own in the same move. |
