Drowning [Birch]
01-13-2014, 10:43 PM
The chivalrous brute would listen, brow furrowing as the maiden spoke of her reason for coming to Alacritia. Like his own tale it was not one of happiness. To have parents that would want to kill their own child, strictly for being stronger than her brother. Even without ?owyn explaining the little detail the brute knew that it had to be because she was of noble blood. No other reason would lead wolves to so stupidly act against their own children for such a thing. The maple and white wolf would flick his ears back with disgust at the news.
"It's sickening... they should be proud of their daughter's strength, not condemn her for it!" Now Birch wasn't the type to get angry, nor raise his voice, but there was clearly an edge of agitation within as he spoke. Then, in a soft tone, Birch spoke again. "Should you ever need assistance, and I am around, miss ?owyn, please do not hesitate to call upon my aid. I simply can not stand by while such an injustice is cast upon an innocent heart." The brute would, for a moment, put his paw over hers, and then, once he realized what he was doing, take it away and look away for a brief moment.
But her words would draw the brute back in again, and his light purple eyes would flick to the female. "Mistaken? Oh not at all! Your name is beyond beautiful, so foreign and unique." The brute would smile. "It is unlike any name I've heard before. Believe me, my words are not mistaken."
"It's sickening... they should be proud of their daughter's strength, not condemn her for it!" Now Birch wasn't the type to get angry, nor raise his voice, but there was clearly an edge of agitation within as he spoke. Then, in a soft tone, Birch spoke again. "Should you ever need assistance, and I am around, miss ?owyn, please do not hesitate to call upon my aid. I simply can not stand by while such an injustice is cast upon an innocent heart." The brute would, for a moment, put his paw over hers, and then, once he realized what he was doing, take it away and look away for a brief moment.
But her words would draw the brute back in again, and his light purple eyes would flick to the female. "Mistaken? Oh not at all! Your name is beyond beautiful, so foreign and unique." The brute would smile. "It is unlike any name I've heard before. Believe me, my words are not mistaken."