Running Amock
11-25-2013, 12:52 AM
The young Armada had been lazily following his brothers scent, in no particular rush to catch up. He could hear his brother's voice, talking to another and that caught his attention, as he peered around a rock. Moments after his brother spoke, a flying bundle of white flew at him pinning him into the ground, and Genesis pressed himself into the boulder he stood behind. His father was pissed, at his brother. Creeping out, he came to stand beside the woman, that spoke to his father, telling him to stop and looked at her with wide eyes. Who was she? What was going on? His brothers words, made his little ears flatten against his head. Their mother was gone? Where was she? Looking at the russet woman next to him, he felt a frown on his jaws, as he sat beside her. "Is he telling the truth?" He inquired his tone light, and quiet. "Dad?" He asked, his words breaking the air, waiting for his fathers response. The winter breeze made his coat fluff up, and he found himself sitting closer to the dame, a shiver escaping him, as he tried to press into her leg. The normally proud young prince, hollow with the thought of his mother... missing. Speech, |