I Don't Want To Live That Destiny

N/A · 02-20-2014, 03:17 PM

Destruction would allow a gentle smile to cross her muzzle as Nako remembered to greet her. He was a good lad. Young, reminding her quite a bit of Bane, but so long as he didn't do anything that would upset the laws of the pack or anger Loccian she was fine with allowing the male act exactly how he was. Even if she was his God Mother Destruction tried her best to leave most of the disciplinary things to Tahlia. The female would certainly aid if need be, and had watched over the pups for her at times when they were younger. Even as they grew Des would keep an eye of them, especially if Tahlia was away. She didn't want her friend to worry about them, and did these duties to assure herself that Tahlia had nothing at all to worry about. She almost chuckled as Nako looked around at the trees. He hadn't realized her attention had been drawn to the bundle of feathers, but that was alright. She would flick her tail a bit, eyes sparkling as she watched him. He was so young, so full of life. She was certain that he was going to grow into a fine adult. Independant and with a strong mind.

"Of course, Nako." Training for all apprentices were likely to get underway sometime soon, though Loccian wasn't quite well after the storm. But she was sure once the femme was feeling better orders would be passed down to the mentors to set up training routines for their apprentices. She would listen to Nako, kind of expecting such an answer. He was still young, so wandering too far from the pack wasn't yet an option. Not that a pack wolf should really venture too far from one's pack for too long. They were pack wolves after all and had duties to their pack. But the next thing Nako would say, his whine tugging at her very heart, would bring a soft sight from the dark female. "I do too, Nako." She would decide to tell the younger brute something, though she wouldn't give a ton of detail, or the full truth, as he was still young to learn of that, and she didn't want to cause any trouble between her and Tahlia by giving the boy such knowledge. She would turn her gaze out over the lake, lowering her ears.

"While I agree that he had broken and disregarded our laws, often doing his own thing and ignoring the pack, I know that deep down Bane is not as bad a wolf as many in this pack make him out to be. A long time ago, before your father and mother got together, I had a bond of sorts with your father. It was awkward at first, and he kept his distance, but... in the end we grew closer, patching the rift between us. I could see a side of Bane that I believe only you young ones and your mother can see. I go visit him sometimes... though I wish things could be different. That he could be within Seracia... with you all." Destruction would look to Nako, continuing to softly speak. "I know pack laws and life can be strange sometimes Nako, but they are in place to keep a balance here. But one thing I want you to never forget, should anything happen, is that, should anything ever happen, to stick to your heart. Never, ever betray what you feel is right." Destruction would give him a gentle lick on his forehead.

"We'll all do what we can to help your dad, and I'll help your family the best I can. That I can definitely promise you." She had wondered, partially, if finding Bane another pack might be necessary. Though she ended up dismissing the thought. Bane's family was in Seracia, and he wouldn't leave them. Which he shouldn't of course. So she would make visits to him when she could, bringing him as much meat as she could carry. Destruction would rise to her paws, nudging Nako gently with her nose. "If you're bored now, well, maybe you'd like to start a lesson of some sort. We can start at any time, really, so don't feel obligated to say yes if you're not up to it at the moment." The activity could also distract his mind for a little while. At some point, she decided, she would have to talk to Tahlia about taking Nako with her on one of her visits to Bane.

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