A THOUSAND ARMIES COULDN'T KEEP ME OUT
12-22-2013, 01:36 AM
He'd slip from the shadows. His sister never out of his sights for long. Or even from his scent range. He always had to make sure that the men she chased after wouldn't turn around and play her deadly games; ensuring they weren't trying the same thing she was. Any male that would turn to harm her, he'd be on in an instant. Luckily, it had not come to that. However, he always remained vigilant of her. It was then that he heard the call. At last, the long awaited call had run out and he moved swiftly through the trees. He followed after his sister until the scene before him unfolded. A grin appearing on his maw as he saw his niece in the clearing. She smelled of pack, which was strange to him. "Virgil, it's been a while." He'd coo to her, dual toned eyes falling on her as he sauntered over to sit near his sister. The Olympus blood ran strong and deep, they were pure. They would rule the lands, he believed as much. For they were derived from the Gods. But the question he had, was who would be the unfortunate ones? He certainly liked the Eastern territories. The North was also pleasurable with all the snow. The south was a bit too warm for his liking, and the west held no importance to him. He preferred the cooler climates, where the icy winds could keep his heart cold. Speech Thought Others |