A Drop in the Ocean

*Aeryc* · 03-09-2014, 06:59 PM

There came a flashback, so hard and fast he was certain it would set his body reeling. Alas, he stood firm as he recalled it all, every second of turmoil and confusion and insanity. He hadn't been there very long, not even long enough to properly introduce him to everyone in the pack, before it had gone downhill. He hadn't even known what was going on. Wolves had sprung to life in the dead of night, dragging him from his den with whoops and cries and declarations of a new era. Blindly he'd followed them, remembering how strange and exhilarating he felt as he fell in line with the regime. Then the massacre had started, and at the first death he'd found himself on the wrong side of the war being waged. He hadn't had any qualms with the Xanilov's, and when he'd shared that opinion he'd been attacked for being a coward. He still bore the scars today. The flashback ended in gore and blood, and temporary blindness in one eye. His father, well, he'd never found him - though it was likely he was killed in the assault. She would ask a blatant question, to which he would offer a sincere "Aye," in response. She had retreated sometime during his musings, and her demeanor had altogether changed. He breathed a sigh, lowering his frame to the water's surface and below it. It mingled with his coat, and as his ears lay back he did his best to appear as low as he could. "I know what you think," he paused, his voice heavy. "and you have every right to think it." Eyes sought the bi-colored hue of her gaze to prove his sincerity. "But you also have every right to hear the truth, Your Grace." Perhaps this was the time for pleasantries. With a sharp intake of breath he began his recollection of, as she put it, the night that everything changed. "I'd like to blame my foolishness on naivety, and perhaps to some degree I could get away with that - but foolishness played a part too. I was young when it happened, naught but a year. The men who came after your family, they were the first to receive my father and I. I looked up to them, Knights of valor and strength. I would have gone to the ends of the earth for them if they'd asked it of me. That night, they did. They woke me early in the morning, before the sun had even begun to rise. They told me they were going to start a new era, they were going to change the world - at least my world. When they killed the first wolf - oh it was terrible. He was just a young lad, barely a year I suspect. He looked just like me, only smaller - frailer. I told them they shouldn't have, told them there didn't have to be blood. They laughed at me, mocked me. I tried to leave them, they fought to keep me there. The one that tried to stop me, he nearly took my eye. I got away, my father didn't." He felt his body shaking involuntarily, as if it were trying to physically shake the memory from his frame. "They took your family, they took mine too." His body quaked again, anger rising in his chest. "If they were here now I'd rip them in two." An ivory set of fangs flashed in the sunlight. "Punish me if you must, my lady. I do not deny my sins." He stood slowly, belly dripping with water. "But when you're through, if you'll have me, I swear my fealty and every ounce that's left of me to your cause - whatever it may be." A determined glean took over his mask, there was no hint of wavering in his tone. Aeryc Seaborn would take whatever she dealt him and pledge whatever was left to her.

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