Play my Song of Cellos
06-23-2014, 08:05 PM
Life, it was a delicate thing. Such a petty thing that Vereux had been forcefully been thrusted into. At first of course he stumbled and fell a few times, sometimes more than once. Now though, with the coming Winter so many things had changed about him. His scrawny formed had shifted into a muscle filled one, thirty six inches of pure power. His one emerald eye becoming easy to handle, the scar across his leg a forgotten memory. And the necklace around his neck marked him exactly as he felt, a new king. He was king of Glaciem a rank he had never dreamed of approaching until the moment he swore himself to Athena. Now the male was ridged and set on defending his crown, his pack with all his might. Even if a little force was needed. He lived, and he learned from others much like Isardis. He was not such a kind boy anymore, even though he still held special places for his family in his heart. The spout sprayed in front of him, right between him and the wolf he had spotted earlier. Vereux had grown curious, and once the white spewing of heat stopped, his expressionless face moved slightly at the sight of his half sister in which had received the winter to decide weather she wished to stay a part of Glaciem. Now though, part of him felt aggressive deeply, wanting to keep her here forcefully but he threw the thought away. He would elegantly approach her with his body swaying slightly to his mood. Irune had left him, but he forgave her because he had Athena. And of course while Glaciem was on the lack of healers, he would not force her to stay if she did not wish it. But he would explain rather clearly what had become of the northern kingdom. "Irune, you have grown into a beautiful woman." Vereux would say, the sultry tones falling off his tongue like ice. His emerald eye flicking towards her colors. She was the blood of his father, and for that he was indebted to her somehow. After all Isardis would have the boys head, king or no king, if anything happened to his beloved children. Specially the daughters that he had bred specifically for the perfect empire he was now siring with his beloved Athena. Speech, |