Acceptance

There was no outward reaction to her statment of having met Valkis, but surely there was something going on beneath the surface that the king would not let on. Was it a good thing that she had met his son, or one that was surely to damn her? She didn't see the need to hide the fact that she had indeed traded words with the then suicidal youngling. Where he was now and he was doing was none of her concern. He wasn't her son. She wondered if she had crossed paths with the wrong kind of wolf. A rare thing for her, since others crossing her path was always a mistake.


Gerhardt nodded once she finished, asking what exactly Valkis had told her about Seracia. Destruction thought for a moment, trying to recollect her conversation with the spotted flanked boy. In the moment of silence Dillinger took the opportunity to examine the big man who called himself Gerhardt. He was huge. Obviously. His coat wasn't completely black like his mother's or his own, but instead a mixture of a multitude of colors, no real one sticking out at the domimant color. His eyes were weird. They were a really weird color, nothing like those of his mother or even his own. He would have to ask his mother at a later date what that color was exactly. The russet stained fatal recalled nothing of the boy speaking of his home, simplying saying that if he needed a home to follow him. She cleared her throat, leveling her gaze with the king before speaking. Valkis never mentioned anything about Seracia. At the time we crossed paths, he... She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how the king would react to knowing his son had wanted to kill himself. She pushed her hesitation aside, figuring it was better to tell the king. He was wishing to cross to the other side. To be honest, the past that I came from was one where killing was my profession. Although when I ran into your son, for some reason I found myself talking him out of it instead of complying with his wishes. Judge me as you wish, I only speak the truth. If my past dictates me unfit to be amongst your ranks I will understand. My son and I will take our leave and you shall never see us again. It has been a long time since I have been in a pack, much less since I have been in one that doesn't fuction on the sole task of killing. I come to ask for acceptance for the simple reason of my son. Though I am capable of raising him on my own, I fear that one day that won't be enough. I will not beg or plead to be admitted into your kingdom, that is solely your decision. Whatever you decide I will accept sir.


She gave a slight nod of her crown once again, gaze even with the king's purlpe one, awaiting to see what his decision would be. Dillinger glanced back at his mother before looking to the king, wondering what was going to happen now.


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