old money
09-19-2014, 10:33 AM
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A rare smile crossed Oberon's features in the darkness as his mother addressed him, and the boy followed behind his mother as she began to make her way towards the world above. "Thank you," His voice was soft and muted, but there was gratitude in his solemn words. He had never been particularly insecure, but he could not deny that it was nice to hear his mother say those words, and that was why he allowed himself to let that emotion leak through his control. With his mother, he was more comfortable, willing to show his emotions, and Oberon understood that that was important. It was a sign of the love that they felt for each other - he was truly comfortable with her and she with him. Her words would distract him from his thoughts as Oberon padded carefully along, feeling out each step carefully. "Weak." He muttered, disgust tinging his tone. Fighting for what you believed in was not necessarily the only sign of strength, but to be unwilling to fight even in extreme circumstances? That was weakness in every sense of the word. Sometimes fighting was necessary, and wolves that did not understand that were weak. They were the wolves that let others stand on the front lines, sacrificing everything so that they could maintain their comfortable ways of life. They were the wolves that had sent his mother to war without stepping up with her. His mother had entered a death match with three young pups and they had not fought with her and that, in Oberon's eyes, was weakness. Oberon would have nuzzled his mother had they not been making their way along in these darkened caverns, but the boy instead contented himself with letting his voice rise in the darkness. "Let them rot." Oberon's voice was sharp as he spoke, "You would have torn down the sky for them if it posed a threat and their bravest would not have done even half of what you did." His mother was no saint, Oberon knew, but she was the best wolf that he knew. She was what he aspired to be - one day, he would protect her instead of the other way around. "Does Ludicael still stand?" Now his voice was softer, anger fading from his tone as his mind turned inwards. He knew nothing of the status of his birth pack, but from what he had seen of the lands, the packs had changed vastly in the year that he had been gone. "" |
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