What Is Fate?
02-28-2015, 06:22 PM
The talk he had with his aunt still very much so clung in his mind. The fact that he actually knew little of the other packmates he had, save for Hercules, a wolf he saw as his brother. He wanted to get to know more of them, get closer to Aether, Mneme, and Philotoes. They were the youngest Olympians, the youngest and purest of their blood. They would carry on that line, as he would. But Thanatos also had a duty to the father he had never met, the man whose surname he chose to take in a form of honoring him. Thanatos was one who would never forget where he came from, and what made him he was. In a sense the boy had been damned since his creation and, in others, he was made to stand through even the test of time.
The young man walked through the Pantheon lands in his slow lumbering gate, moving towards the Estuary. The fowl there were unique in shape and size, as well as flavor. There was always a tasty treat to be had if you cared to catch them. Thany would lift his gaze, his sea green eyes shining brightly as a smile crossed his features. Ah, it was a wonderful day in Pantheon. The sun was shining so brightly, warming his fur... though the heat of the day did have the Estuary smelling a bit more strongly than it usually did. But still, it was home, and Thanatos found himself comfortable here. "Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.' |
| Table by:: Chrono |