road man

N/A · 05-10-2013, 07:05 PM

My eldest son is hardly two years, he doesn't have the Earthly experience to yet be king, and my Nephew, Leon, has disappeared. Draw of luck, as per usual. Icarus searched the face of his once-pack leader, his mind now turning quickly as he thought of what he could offer to the man before him. His thoughts turned to the past once more, thinking back upon the memories of Dieu. Another fondness returned to him, reminded of the family that he had left behind. His sons, his daughter. I have not been doing entirely mercenary work since I left home. I had my own pack for a time, raised a family within its walls. What if I were to train your son? Icarus' voice rumbled with assurance and an offer of help. This time the negotiations were not strictly business. Or perhaps I could look after your pack while you train him?

Icarus didn't particularly enjoy leading. After a while, it became tiresome and his body became restless. You made both friends and foes too quickly, and politics abounded in such structured atmosphere. But it spoke volumes the loyalty Icarus still held for Cairo. He was willing to put his life as his own sovereign on hold for the sake of the man standing before him. Going to war for someone was too easy - sitting at a table for peace was much more difficult.

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