Carnival Of Rust
09-15-2014, 01:21 AM
"I thought you would appear here sooner..." she said, he dropped onto his haunches and avoided eye contact. Shame, an all but alien concept to him draped over his features. "I wanted to be sure." He huffed. It was a cruel mentality, but it was his, and only his; had she not been carrying his children he, now unburdened by thoughts of his old mate, would simply find another woman to carry whelps...Or at least that's what he wanted to believe he'd do. The truth was; since their night of passion he had thought of nothing else but her, he barely knew her, but something about her drew him in, made his knees weak, and his heart pound against his chest as though it were trying to escape. His brother Preston, the fool, would have told him it was a "Soul Rapport." That they were alike in more ways than they could ever count, and even though they knew nothing of each other, they would feel as though they belonged together. But Preston was an idealistic idiot, this he knew, and having established that his brother was an idiot, he refused to believe that he could be right about anything; especially love. No, she was pregnant and that was all that mattered. He looked at the silver empress as she came up behind Maija, and almost immediately he inclined his neck to show her his throat. A sign of respect for his superior. She seemed impressed by his physique. Well, who wouldn't be? He smirked at the thought. "And who might you be?" She asked. He rose to his feet, his eyes locking with hers "I am Neo Gorecki. Degenerate, and unfortunately, Cairo's adoptee." He all but spat the name of his vagabond "father". The man who in one breath claimed to love all his children equally, fostered or not, and in the next assign his blood-related curs in ranks above him. An offense he would never forget, and never forgive. A twinge of loathing struck at his heart as he thought of all the ways he had been cheated by the god damned Adravendi. And for a moment, all he could think of was the look of horror that would be on Cairo's face if he saw what had become of his derelict bloods. And what had become of him. Epiphron, the scorned lover of a adulterer, Chrsanthe, the one eyed bitch who drove his legacy into the ground, Syrinx, a bag of hot air and bravado that he could only hope was put in his rightful place by the Ice King, and finally....whatever her name was, Eon he supposed. And then there was him. The one that sent tremors through the once great pack of Valhalla, the soon to be father of pups that would no doubt ravage the land, and bring everyone of Cairo's blood to their knees. The world he had so easily forgotten returned to him in a crash, and he went from glaring knives at the mossy ground to looking back up at the argent regent, almost surprised. He cleared his throat to regain his composure; "I have come to seek asylum within your pack, and to see to it that my children are not born bastards." Neo Speech Maija Speech |