let the ravens gather

N/A · 09-27-2014, 06:15 PM

It had all gone to hell. The boy would move away from Natalya as the shouting started, mixed feelings in his gut. The fight was raging, and before he knew it the melanistic woman and a woman of black and gold were in combat over another child. The slave that had been brought into their pack. Thany would hesitate, breathing in and out, ears slowly laying back as he accepted a new feeling into his heart. The male named for death had been naturally socially awkward, one to draw away from big crowds and do things at his own pace. Never rushed, never bothered, never loud. But as his anger grew, so did his confidence. Pup or not the boy knew he was an Olympian, destined to be great, and he would look to his sister as she shouted at the death-mask woman.

The pack might have been lost, or the title of such, but they were still together. Still a family. But then it came. The decree to be claimed. His brothers and sisters, and Thanatos would feel a spark. Something igniting within him and bursting through his body. The quiet pup would let out his first snarl, fur standing on end. She dared to claim them? Dared to take the descendants of gods? Helios had submitted, but that did not make their family weak! It did not give her the right to play with their lives.

?She has either a lot of courage or stupidity.? The boy?s words were cold, sharp, like the edge of a blade. He would stay by Hemera?s side for a time, moving a bit away from it all, but he would watch. Yes... He would watch. He was angry, but not bitter. This was a test of the gods, or so Thanatos believed. He would take a breath, letting his ears rise once more and his fur to lower to his body. Some things he agreed with here. Others he did not. For one thing, the former slave boy, the one with the deformed leg... He didn?t agree he should have been killed. Life was something too precious to waste, even if it is because of a deformity. Had it been all of his legs that were a mess he might understand, but simply one... Was it no different than how he walked when he twisted his paw the wrong way? More of the time, but he had seen the boy get around. It was not the worst problem in the world.

But then she came. The golden goddess he knew, yet did not know. His mother, Virgil Olympus, would stroll in. She would speak to the victor, defending them. A surge of pride would swell in the child. This woman who claimed them, even if she forced them to her pack, would not at all succeed in keeping them. His mother would free them, certainly, and the pack would be whole again. Even as he listened, Thanatos would close his eyes, thinking to himself. A plan, he thought, and he would hear both out. The masked woman made points that were not entirely bad, yet they were one-sided, without complete knowledge.

Thanatos would let out a soft sigh and open his eyes again. Hemera had move away apparently, but was back, pressing again him, protecting him, and the boy would give a small smile, gently nuzzling his sibling?s shoulder. ?I am alright, Hemera. ? Yet... Part of the boy wondered if she was truly such a bad being. There are, after all, two sides to every story. Perhaps, in some ways, both were right at the same time. He would slowly move from his sister?s side, to go before Virgil, his mother, and he looked up at her. Those bright eyes would shine, and he would give one of his small, gentle smiles.

?I?m glad you?re back...? The soft tone of his voice was returning. Though he had been angry, it would do nothing to be so. He would glance to the woman, then back at his mother. ?...and we?ll see... Each other again... Real soon.?[/color] He would step back. ?I... Want to go... To judge this woman... With my own eyes.? Thany had no fear. But he would not leave his mother just yet... And he had little doubt Hemera would be at his side within a moment. Where, he could only wonder, was their brother? Had he somehow managed to avoid all of this?

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