No one cares unless you're sick or dying

*Vereux* · 06-30-2014, 10:32 PM

The winter was clinging to his pelt like it usually did at this time of year. He remembered his first winter with his siblings, how Isardis would dote over Athena while he and Genesis would play. Though back then Vereux had been broken up about their mother leaving them. Raw, whom he had seen at the meeting was one of his mothers bastard children. Though it was only he who knew this, and he wasn't even sure if the children themselves knew. Isardis wanted to keep it a secret after all. While the boy had no clue who their father was, he knew for a fact that it was not Isardis. Vereux sighed, shaking the snow from his pelt as he raised himself onto the bark of a tree.
Of course these were the thoughts that soon vanish from his head as he stretched. Vereux was trusting Liberty with training, which left him to concentrate on his own. A king could not simply louse around, not like he used to. He was now actually WORTH something, and he didn't want to let the kingdom down. He and Athena would always be compared to their father, but that was not the point. It was time for the generations to show what they were made of. Vereux was not the helpless whelp he used to be, he was a warrior now for certain.

Speech,

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