See you on the Malibu beach
Dread
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
23
23
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
09-01-2023, 06:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-01-2023, 06:40 PM by Sirius. Edited 1 time in total.)
For the moment he ignored the apparent diplomat of his enemies. One of theirs had tried to kidnap his son. It earned them no good will with the Warlord. But right now, this was between him and Dread. Kite had tried to leave, and he had told her no. Not while she was a yearling, as a child. As his son, he would have told Dread the same. But the boy has made this into more than a young child being rebellious. Dread had upped the stakes. He has made it clear that he would take what he wanted at the cost of the Armada and his family. Seers words remained. He could come home now his son, or leave a stranger. The Warlord gave him the choice to rip them asunder, and he would keep to his decision. Even if it hurt as vividly as tearing off his own arm.
What did catch his eye, was the scent of relation between the two Raiders. Gil would sacrifice one of his children for the happiness of the other? The blatant favouritism shocked him. His opinion of Gil dropped a little further. Sparrow he knew would have carved him nose to tail before sacrificing one of her children to him. At least he wasn't the only one who had failed his children. If dreads anger at his fathers shadow and his mother's death was anything to go by.
But all that fell away at Dread’s words. The hurt was there, slashed across the Warlord's expression. He would not shed a tear in front of his enemies, but how he wished Zee was there. She was the gentler of the two of them. Perhaps she would have found a way to fix this. He did not recognise the wolf in front of him, could not match him with the image of the boy he had taught to hunt, to fight. The boy who had come to him and asked for the rank of Diplomat. He had thought he had watched Dread grow stronger, grow in the Armada. Apparently, what he had seen was him grow apart. There was nothing more for him to say, Dread had made his choice. Made his opinion of the Warlord clear. “You have two days to get your things” He told the boy, and turned and walked away.
- Sirius exit -
What did catch his eye, was the scent of relation between the two Raiders. Gil would sacrifice one of his children for the happiness of the other? The blatant favouritism shocked him. His opinion of Gil dropped a little further. Sparrow he knew would have carved him nose to tail before sacrificing one of her children to him. At least he wasn't the only one who had failed his children. If dreads anger at his fathers shadow and his mother's death was anything to go by.
But all that fell away at Dread’s words. The hurt was there, slashed across the Warlord's expression. He would not shed a tear in front of his enemies, but how he wished Zee was there. She was the gentler of the two of them. Perhaps she would have found a way to fix this. He did not recognise the wolf in front of him, could not match him with the image of the boy he had taught to hunt, to fight. The boy who had come to him and asked for the rank of Diplomat. He had thought he had watched Dread grow stronger, grow in the Armada. Apparently, what he had seen was him grow apart. There was nothing more for him to say, Dread had made his choice. Made his opinion of the Warlord clear. “You have two days to get your things” He told the boy, and turned and walked away.
- Sirius exit -
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