Family Feuding

*Isardis* · 11-28-2013, 06:21 PM

He had expected more from the girl, and yet he was absolutely kicking himself for placing trust in a babe that had already been corrupted by the hungry palms of Taurig. He should have known better than to count on the russet to return on her own, she had been missing for a couple of days now, and a part of the man was aching seeking her out; to drag her screaming back to Glaciem and strip her of the family name Taurig had so grown fond of shattering. However, he would give the girl one more chance to prove her worth, and if she was incapable, she would be left stranded; without a home. Oh yes, rumours were Taurig would not be standing on his throne for much too longer.

Power always reigned supreme. Why was it the world was afraid of survival of the fittest, and of reality? Wolves had been blessed the craving for dominance purely to destroy those unworthy of life. And little by little, the canine population would become stronger. But with the weak minds of those fearful of the truth, change would be slow, and more painful than was needed. Isardis stood the paternal king of his family, not Taurig, and if it took the boys downfall to keep his family ties close, then Isardis was willing to stretch to extremities. Eulari was young, impressionable, but she had limited chances to prove herself worthy of her family name. And in her defiance and decision to loiter amidst enemy turf, those chances had been cut ruthlessly in half.

Taurig had taken far too much from The King, and his dishonour had come as a total shock when the pallid sovereign had offered him nothing but dedication. He had begged for his wounds. Isardis loitered against the cherry blossomed skies of early morning, watching as the fuming youth seemed just about ready to explode. He chuckled weakly, the bubbling of his false amusement perhaps the only giveaway of his previously concealed position beneath heavy pines. Waltzing, his limp faintly apparent as a tarnishing of elegance, he would stand just to her left side; ruby gaze undamaged by the abuse he knew was to unfold, ?Choose your place wisely, lamb; recognise harsh realities and thrive beneath an empire, as superior. Or flee to a life aside a Tortugan who betrayed his own blood, and beg to be hunted.?

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