what a mess
Snow crunched gently beneath his paws as he traveled through the chilly plains, eyes sweeping over the beauty that this territory offered. It brought back memories as a young, stubborn boy. When Hajime was still alive and he was only so small and fragile. Ixionn breathed out and groaned, before picking up his pace casually. Things back at 'home' were all wrong. Everything had been going wrong for him. No, not only him. His whole family. Maybe not Quelt or Allen or Darrah, considering they had the luxurious pack Abaven where they allowed their worries to drift away in the wind. But everyone else...including Aiko, Arian...Levi? Where had his brother gone? Last time they had seen each other, it was at the geyser. And it had been right after Arian had announced him heir to Isokan. Had he left Abaven? Was he also living the easy life? Either way, the masked boy doubted his brother was dealing with the stress of everything going on in the former Isokan. He felt so shattered and helpless. Aiko, as well, who he promised to protect and comfort for as long as all of this shit dragged on. Migi, the husband of his new queen, had tried his best to reassure him and his sister. Ixionn could tell by the sincerity in his voice. But he wouldn't understand, he never would. That pack had been his home and his comfort. His support and happiness. To have some completely random woman claim his home as her own threatened him drastically. It made him feel almost impersonated. So several options were created in his own mind. Something screamed at him that he should challenge her for the pack. But she was pregnant, so he wasn't sure that'd be very fair. He could leave to Abaven with Aiko and ask Bass to join his ranks. But abandoning what could have been his kingdom wasn't a very satisfying option. The boy could also remain within the ranks of Morgana's new pack...and deal with the stabbing feeling of being part of her army. An intruder, an enemy. No matter how polite she seemed at the meeting, he could see darkness in her and in the pack. All three of these options had their pros and cons. And he needed help deciding. Drago was gone for the winter, so he couldn't discuss it with him. Everyone else was busy. So the only wolf left was Bass, his fathers friend and the alpha of Abaven. Ixionn was sure Bass could help him... Snow had piled up tall on his back by the time he arrived at Abaven's border. It sent chilly shivers rushing up his spine. But he had forced himself to ignore it, as holding this meeting with Bass meant a lot to him. Little did he know that the alpha was busy with pups of his own. If he had known, he would of most likely waited for awhile until he was more open to things. But unfortunately, he didn't. He wasn't exactly up-to-date with everything going on outside of his own pack. Ixionn sat back onto his rear and threw his head up, releasing a powerful howl into the snowy air, calling for his former king. While he waited, he brushed the frosty snow off his back and legs casually. "Burn Baby Burn" |