WE'LL FIGHT TILL WE'RE BROKEN
11-26-2013, 11:15 PM
What Falk would arrive to was what seemed to be a mass of confusion and anger. He had heard a pair of howls from a good distance away from him and had immediately dropped everything he had been doing to rush to where the call came from. He had been completely unaware of the fight between his brother and his father and by the time he arrived Isardis was already a small figure in the distance and a large group of wolves was already crouded around one spot. Tuarig's scent was strong here and as he looked around at the scene uncomprehendingly he saw the large pool of blood mere inches from the crowd. Dread filled his entire being as the mental images of Taurig's torn ear and nose came to mind. "No... No, no, no." Falk rushed forward, nudging his way into the group that surrounded his brother before stopping dead in his tracks. What he saw was so much worse than he could have ever imagined. "Brother..." His icy blue gaze raked over the carnage that their father had left behind, his ears falling back against his skull and his scruff bristling with anger. His head swung toward the receding, snowy form of Isardis, fury bubbling up from deep within him. He itched to chase after their bastard of a father and rip him to shreds like he had done to his dear brother, but he wouldn't dare leave Taurig's side with him in his condition. He caught a glance of Eulari, seeing her laying motionless as the others took Taurig to safety and the sudden first sighting of his other litter mate shook him, distracting him from this whole confusing mess for just a moment. He didn't hear what anyone around him said, much less what Sib might have said to her. He stared at her for several moments, confused, swirling emotions running through him. "Be careful, Eulari..." he said softly before turning away to follow after Taurig and the group that surrounded him. As far as he was concerned, Isardis was not his father. He might have sired him, but this was not how a father treats their children. The russet brute would never consider himself an Armada again. He would rather go without a last name than be associated with someone that would do this to his own son. Falk never wanted to lay eyes on the albino again. He silently vowed that if he was ever within fighting distance of the bastard again, Isardis would not leave in one piece. Speech Thought Others |
