Show me what you're made of
10-26-2014, 07:32 PM
Levaithi had been careful with his steps, he was following someone new he was around people who thought like him. It was an odd feeling compared to the one he had felt in Abaven, where he felt unwanted, and out of place. He stepped with the other two oddly colored wolves, his icy eyes raising a brow for a moment. He hadn't seen any wolf with a coloring like that, like acid ran in her veins or something. The other looked like a giant icicle. Yet his attention then turned towards his new leader. Valentine. "I wish to train to be a warrior." He would say out crisply. He would not be afraid to admit he was inexperienced. No one had trained him, or shown him how to fight back at his home. While they spent more attention to his other siblings so keen on becoming royals he sat back trying to figure out what was so wrong with him. Now, he knew that he was a monster, but he didn't care for once. He didn't care what his old family thought of him either. "Speech" |