The Other Side
09-26-2013, 09:32 PM
Glaciem would never be a home to him again, so long as he lived. He was banned from there, hated, exiled. Well at least by his father anyway. He wasn't sure how the rest of the pack really felt about his whole having left them and now starting a pack of his own. He was sure some of them were hurt, to be honest, he didn't care much about what the rest of the pack thought. Though he'd made an effort to try and to get know all the females in the pack, there were simply too many and the titan wasn't one to get attached quickly. So it didn't bother him much what they thought of him now. He was no longer in their pack, so they were not his concern any longer. But Sendoa...what did she think about all of this? Surely she was disappointed in him. He had left Glaciem at a crucial point in time; Isardis had ignited the possibility of war and he being a key tool of protection had now gone away. Surely she wasn't at all pleased with that, but from the way she was trying to call off the pearly ghost, she didn't like what the ghost was doing to him. But maybe on some level he deserved it. A voice from behind him caused his now bloodied ears to swivel backwards. Gitan, the first man to have arrived at his call was calling out to Isardis to get him to step. What a spectacle he must be at the moment, getting torn to pieces by the Ice King. But it was over now. Taurig had put a stop to it, Sendoa finally haven gotten through to Isardis. The ghost would stumble back, the titan's flesh and blood dropping from his pale jaws. The ghost would slink away back towards the Glaciem's, turning back to spit fowl words at his once-son. He would never be forgiven or forgotten and clearly never allowed back over the Northern border. The titan would stand like an immovable structure, having straightened himself up, ignoring the fact that crimson liquid was oozing down from his left ear and spilling from his torn nose down over his paws. Gaze would remain icily impassive as he watched the man who was once his father walk away and back to his snowy domain. It was a permanent goodbye and one he didn't regret. He would wait until the Glaciems had left, giving his aunt a lingering look before turning away to face the wolves that had gathered around him, his icy gaze softening as it touched Seraphine's before dancing over to Gitan. I am sorry you all had to see that. Don't fret yourselves, they're only scratches. We won't have anymore interruptions now. Please feel free to explain your reasons for being here, I am all yours. Haunches would fold beneath the titan as he lowered himself into a sitting position, attention completely focused on the crowd before him. Talk like this |