never danced like this
03-04-2015, 06:17 PM
She would lapse into her tale, giving him time to look her over without looking suspicious. Wolves often didn't pay much attention to the listener's eyes when they told stories. It was something else he'd come to know. It was a secret he wouldn't readily share. A neutral expression remained on his face for the duration of her story, though his interest was there, just below the surface. She came from royalty, a lineage of Kings. He found such a thing fascinating, as it was what he had been born into as well. His tail tapped the earth as she finished her story, and he would pose a question before her own. “Were there no ruling Queens where you came from?” He only asked because she had plainly said her brother had taken up leadership. Why not she? There was the chance that she didn't want the role, but he suspected she might - who didn't, after all? But she had asked him of his birthplace, and he would not deny her the information. After an amount of time passed he began his own tale. “I was born here, in Alacritis. I am a child of the north. My pack was called Glaciem, but it is not of the pack that is now called Glaciem.” He would make that part extraordinarily clear. The Glaciem that stood now was pitiful compared to what his Glaciem had been. “I was born a Prince, son of Isardis and Sendoa Armada. My father fathered many sons, but only two were truly his - myself and my brother, Kuvio. I would have been chosen heir, but the plague took Glaciem by the balls and shook us until we bled. I lost both of my parents to it, in a manner of speaking.” Neither had died of the plague, but they might as well have. His mother had lost her mind, and his father.. perhaps he had never had his mind to begin with. Kyarst would fall silent then, his expression somber and almost mournful. He would do anything, kill anyone, to see them again. “speak,” |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.