The Other Side
09-27-2013, 01:55 AM
As he sat waiting to see who would be the first to speak up, a flashback would come to the bloodied King. He was back at the battlefield, trying to bargain with the Valhallan beta Cormalin so that they wouldn't have to fight when the one woman he had hoped to not see there had arrived in all her icy, healer/warrior fury. He had never seen Erani so enraged before and he wasn't sure he ever wanted to see her like that. She was such a kind woman and he could only guess that it took a lot to get her past the point of no return. Luckily for him, that rage hadn't been directed at him and he would try his hardest not to invoke that kind of feeling in her. So it would come as a surprise as suddenly her familiar ivory figure would appear beside him, her own azure gems tracking the retreating figures of the Glaciem's, lead by the Ice King himself. Her gentle voice was wrap around his ears, causing them to flicker in discomfort, a pained look taking hold of his features as she turned back to face him. She would congratulate him on his claim. Apparently, it was what this place needed. That was the first positive thing he'd heard about his actions all day and he was glad that it was coming from Erani. That offer still stands you know? I would proudly take you as my son. The King's careful mask would crack for a moment, his icy eyes glistening over for a moment before control was regained, his mask flawless once again. A mother. His own mother was back at home, tending to his birth pack. Here...he was alone. He had his aunt Sendoa, but she was in Glaciem, with probably more loyalty to the white bastard than anyone else. His sisters, half sisters at that couldn't be trusted either. It seemed that anyone that was from the Ice King's bloodline was forced to be his little slave, to be loyal to him no matter what or they would suffer the consequences like he had today. But he didn't care. He didn't need them anyways. I would be honored to be considered your son Erani... would come rumbling lyrics, only meant for the ivory woman beside him. His mother. She was his mother. She didn't understand how much he needed someone like her at the moment, but in this particular time it wasn't the appropriate time to express that need. Some other time, when he could steal her from Valhalla he would have a good talk with her. For now, he was just glad that somehow she had found her way here. She would glance around to the wolves that had gathered; Seraphine, Gitan, Maia and the new dame whom he'd yet to meet before turning back to him, asking if he had a healer yet. No I have not, but don't worry about me mother, I'll heal. Besides, scars are cool. A hint of a smile would touch his ebony lips as he allowed his gaze to fall back on the gathering before him. Talk like this |
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