Blood capsules and parlor tricks
02-26-2014, 03:54 PM
Vereux was fully prepared after he had spoken with his father and he was convinced with himself he needed this for himself. If Artemis could do it and not even be two years of age yet, than he could do it couldn't he? After all, he had a secret being held deep in his heart anyway. His tail flicked as he looked at Artemis, he lowered his head in a respectful bow. He had to earn the Armada title, he wasn't just automatically a prince because he wished it. That would be foolish of himself to think. His emerald eye looked back up at the woman. "I told my father what I wished to do, and he allowed me to go. I doubt he'll miss one son out of his many." Would he? Vereux had a smile flicker at the edge of his maw at the thought of his father missing him. Yet, he doubted it was so. "I wish to become your apprentice Artemis. I want to learn what I can from you, fighting, being a leader. All of it. I admire you, and I find myself may be more useful here than within glaciem." Vereux explained calmly, hoping she would accept. There was always a chance she could reject him. But he wouldn't take no easily for an answer. Hell, he had his eye torn completely out of his skull, his leg yanked by a stronger male when he could do nothing. Vereux was determined that he could handle more pain than that. Speech, |