ardent

little by little, we're all breaking down.



Ixionn

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
130
size
Large
build
posts
83
player
10-24-2014, 03:10 PM





It had been a few days since Irune had returned. Tension had stirred...confusion, surprise. And now, everyone was leaving Isokan...everyone. And Ixionn felt like his heart was soon to completely split. It was practically on and off with his feelings, really. He was sad, then he was happy. He was disappointed, then he was amazed. What was even going on? Him, himself, didn't even understand this crazed way his mind was working. But if he was going to become the heir soon...he needed to train. Something bad could happen if he wasn't prepared. Say...Arian was ill or wounded, and some rogue came to take the pack by challenge. He'd have to fight in Irune's place.
But right now, he knew nothing about fighting. Nothing at all! And yet, Arian believed he was prepared to take on a role like the Watcher so soon. No...he and Quelt needed to train immediately. They needed to push through all of this. Then, Quelt could leave, and Ixionn could become the heir. Simple as that. Even if he was completely oblivious to the future ahead of Isokan. All he knew was that he needed to get straight to training and tutoring about being a boy with such a role in his life. If not, he'd become the Watcher without a clue on what to do and how to help out.
Of course...it was natural for him to slowly become more responsible and mature. But things other than that...he didn't even know.---Ixionn's wounds had also healed. His paw was able to hold him up without giving off a burning feeling, and his back tears were closed. But they had become scars. Eh...it made him look powerful at such a young age. So why did it matter to him? The boy slowly moved up onto his paws after a long session of sitting and staring out into the distance, turning the opposite direction and sprinting toward the foresty area of the territory.
Once he arrived at an open area, large enough for training, the boy leaned back and threw his head up, letting out a smooth song that would hopefully reach the ears of his father. It was time to begin.
"Speech"
'thoughts'