Acceptance

Joining a pack. The concept seemed odd to her now. Why now? Of all the time she'd been in Alacritis, why this specific time? The answer was sitting right beside her, a tiny furball of her mini-me. She had never been the motherly type. Ever. She'd grown up without the presence of a mother figure and look how well that had turned out. She'd been taken in by a pack of brutes who were looking to add to their ranks and happened upon the russet stained wench. Had she not been made of the flesh she was, they would have simply killed her and moved on to hopefully find others to add to their ranks. But they saw something in her, god knows what, that told them she was the right one to bring into their midst. And they hadn't been wrong. Destruction had taken to her new life like a fish to water. She excelled at killing and had quickly become the best in her pack, if it could be called that. But all good things must end. Their leader was older and age was quickly closing in on him. She hadn't been with the pack for more than a few years before their leaders expiration date caught him. And then it was chaos. No one knew what to do without their leader and long-held grudges suddenly resurfaced and it became a blood-bath, every wolf for himself. The she-wolf hadn't been as stupid as those idiots to engage in pointless fighting and risk injuring herself. She'd gone, never to see them again. And now she was here, with a child, asking to be part of a real pack for once in her life.


The King's voice broke her from her thoughts as he spoke, saying how Seracia was a peaceful pack and that her past had to stay in her past. Destruction nodded, understanding fully the weight of his words. She shifted in her spot before she spoke. Though blood taints my past, I wish for it to no longer taint my future. Since the birth of my son the blood-lust has since vanished. And I do not seek to have it return. Though my skills remain intact, I swear to never use them against another pack memember, lest they threaten the safety of my son. Other than that, you have no worries from me sir. If I can be of any service or if you need any warriors, do not hesitate to call upon me. I am grateful that despite my past you allow me a chance to live amongst your wolves and begin a whole new life for myself and my son. Dillinger looked to the king, his ears flicking back to listen to his mother. So, this was home now? He was going to live in this new place with his mother and the king Gerhardt? THe onyx dame spared a glance to her child before looking to the King, awaiting his final verdict.


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