Hourglass
Beau
11-06-2022, 05:42 PM
A wolf did hear Ignis, though it was not the relative that he sought. The monochrome brute had lived in Winterfell, however, and had known Acere, at least a bit. He had been wandering the land, back and, surprisingly, able to see the world around him once more. Perhaps outside of Somnium, he had been healed to something more akin to his younger days. Felicien welcomed being able to see the world anew, though he had not seen Avalon back in the world of the living. Had only a select few been allowed back? He couldn’t help but wonder. His gaze would pull to Ignis, and the plea he spoke. Felicien frowned, furrowing his brow. The wind around the wolf would suddenly grow cold as the spirit of Felicien moved past him towards a rat that had been skittering alongside the lava river.
The moment Felicien slipped into the little creature it stopped resisting. The eyes shifted, turning silver before he turned to glance up at Ignis. “If I were to judge you solely on past actions, Ignis, I would say you are nothing more than a monster.” His words were calmly spoken. “What you did to Acere was… was not right. But I am a firm believer that wolves can change if they really want to.” The possessed rat kept its distance from the red wolf. “That curse in your bloodline… it is completely possible your children may suffer from it, as you do.” The rat’s gaze became saddened.
“And if there are, would you disown them? Would you turn them away because of it? Or would you strive to fight it alongside them? If you don’t resist that evil within you and strive for the right thing, then there is little doubt that curse will consume you. It’s easy to let such things take over. The hard part, and the right thing, will always be something you struggle with. Will you fight it? Or will you sit by as it consumes you?” There was a scolding tone to the rat’s voice. He wasn’t fond of what he’d learned about Ignis’ misadventures, but he didn’t hate the red wolf. He wanted to see him rise up and fight the curse within him… but he feared it might already be too late for the wolf.
The moment Felicien slipped into the little creature it stopped resisting. The eyes shifted, turning silver before he turned to glance up at Ignis. “If I were to judge you solely on past actions, Ignis, I would say you are nothing more than a monster.” His words were calmly spoken. “What you did to Acere was… was not right. But I am a firm believer that wolves can change if they really want to.” The possessed rat kept its distance from the red wolf. “That curse in your bloodline… it is completely possible your children may suffer from it, as you do.” The rat’s gaze became saddened.
“And if there are, would you disown them? Would you turn them away because of it? Or would you strive to fight it alongside them? If you don’t resist that evil within you and strive for the right thing, then there is little doubt that curse will consume you. It’s easy to let such things take over. The hard part, and the right thing, will always be something you struggle with. Will you fight it? Or will you sit by as it consumes you?” There was a scolding tone to the rat’s voice. He wasn’t fond of what he’d learned about Ignis’ misadventures, but he didn’t hate the red wolf. He wanted to see him rise up and fight the curse within him… but he feared it might already be too late for the wolf.