road man

N/A · 05-10-2013, 05:21 PM

The face of his old king sparked something in the dog of war. His face seemed to lighten from the nostalgia Cairo's appearance gave him. The fake smile that so graced his face when in jest of those around him disappeared in favor of something genuine. Happiness - a queer emotion for the soldier - spread in the pit of his belly. Cairo's frame heralded the good that lay in Icarus' past, the silver outlining to a very dark thunderhead. The dead body of his sister still lay buried in the folds of his brain, clouded by a thick mist of sheer hatred, rage, and grief. The memories began to blossom under the sun's rays as Icarus began to uncover them. The pain struck out at him like thorns on ugly brambles. He withdrew from them, cast them hurriedly back into shadow. He could not taint this reunion with bitterness.

Ah, I thought I smelled something familiar in the nearby pack. Icarus gestured towards the general direction of Cairo's territory. But something dark in Cairo's voice struck Icarus. A shade of sadness. It did not take the mercenary long to put two and two together. The man that stood before him was an elder now, almost too old to defend his pack if his reign was challenged. Brilliant orange eyes shone with a different kind of fire - compassion. I have no doubt your heir will be able to take up your mantle. You trained me well enough, and we did not even have blood in common.

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