A Ghost in Wolf's Clothing

*Falk* · 07-04-2014, 07:31 PM

His icy gaze narrowed as his father spoke. It was rare for him to feel any kind of anger, but when he listened to this man's ridiculous claims he couldn't help but feel the emotion start to bubble up in his chest. For now it was just a low roar, an irritation. "I was told no stories. All of my judgements are from what I've seen and experienced. The only time I've ever seen you in three years of life is when you were walking away from tearing my brother apart and right now. All I've experienced from you is violence and silence."

His ears flicked irritably as he pressed on, his voice rumbling in his chest, "Why wouldn't you seek me out? You hunted Taurig and from what I hear you still hunt Sibelle. Why do you care so little for me that you would never bother to even speak to me? I crave family plenty. Even now, after you've torn apart the only brother I've ever known and tormented my mate's pack I still introduce myself as Falk Armada. Maybe I should have done my part and gone out of my way to seek you out, but you should have done the same, father. You did it for Taurig, brought him here to rule with you, why am I different?"

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