my kingdom come [DM]

Quote:He didn't hate his father - far from it. All that he knew, was that he had gotten into his mother's less than good graces. It was a shame, the brute sort of liked the guy, in that he had been part of what brought him into the world., and whenever they had spoken it had been brief, but not bad. Although the others seemed to immediately understand the reasoning for this, he didn't - and his silver eyes showed that confusion in an almost... painful way. Family was family and Seraphim was blood - why did it seem like he and his mother were going to end something between them for good? Lips twitched, and he slipped onto the battlefield without a word, his teeth bared and his emotions carefully hidden.


He loved his mother, he would die for her, easily - but he was not as close with her as Artemis was. He still had thoughts and opinions of his own, he had wandered on his own too long. Bloodshed was something that he longed for, that he craved, and power was what he lived for. And yet seeing his mother or father fall struck the yearling. It was hard to swallow, and yet he would carry himself beside his sister - Artemis, he trusted her, and the wolves that were spotting onto the scene he did not. A pretty man with pink eyes that had a few inches on him and quite a few pounds seemed idly interested in his sister, and a less than pretty brute with red eyes was there as well, as well as a dame that he would guess was lost had she not met his father's eyes so intently.


He didn't want him to die.


And yet he had complete confidence in his mother to win. She was powerful, she was all the strength in the world when she wanted to be. Despite her size, he knew that if she wanted to bring Seraphim down, that she could. It was nearly enough for him to stop holding his tongue and beg her to stop... but surely if she wanted the male dead, she had good reason. He should not have pissed her off so completely... "What have you done?" He would quietly ask him, accidentally meeting his father's gaze. For a moment the hurt would show, and then it would be instantly eaten away, he would not show weakness before his mother.


Although he did not lack it, he would not show compassion to an enemy of his mother... at least, not right in front of her face.