You Were My Conscience...
04-07-2013, 04:35 AM
~*~ Gargoyle didn't even glance back at Ocena. He barely heard her. His attention was on the eyes of the strange fae. To her, recognition came back quicker. He watched her face twitch and contort in a mixture of fear and anger. It just... didn't seem possible. And yet it was. The fae's voice proved it was. So strange. She'd never really spoken to him. She'd just been a face in the shadows, a worm crawling to serve her master or earn his beatings. Now she had a voice. An anger. A pup to protect. And a snide tongue fueled, no doubt, by all three. But it irked something within him. Something old and dark. His last memory of her was still as a slave. And as a slave - how dare she talk to him to like that! How dare she forget all he was and all he could do! Words such as that would've gotten her tongue cut! And perhaps a few teeth on the side! Once she, like the other slaves, had known what it was to have a healthy fear of her superiors. Seemed freedom had made her forgetful. And from within the darker corners of his heart, he was urged to remind her. To claim the submission that was owed him. Gargoyle rose to his paws - reaching his full height - which was enough to rival a tiger's. His yellow eyes, usually so blank and so calm, came alight with a foreign fire - a flame that Ocena would no doubt recognize. But it was then that the boy spoke, Gargoyle's head swiveled and trained in his direction. He saw it now. Crohn... could this boy be the offspring of such a creature? To his first babble of questions Gargoyle paid no mind. But his last... Yes. Yes he was Alpha of Glaciem wasn't he? And no Glaciem Chief would ever entertain such thoughts as he had. A breath like a dragon's hot vapor, escaped his muzzle - an inner demon that froze in the frigid air and rose up in a cloud. Gargoyle seated himself, wishing to be able to brush at least some of his hip fur against his mate. He needed to stay anchored to the present? and to the future he?d already worked so hard to build. Only then could he face this specter of his past with a proper frame of mind. "..You will not believe me..." he warned in his quiet rumble. "But I ran off because I no longer wished to be a part of that life." He blinked. "I am not the monster I once was." His ears twisted back. "But I do not expect you to believe it. You were hurt too deeply by me and my kind... The only proof I can offer is my mercy at not gutting your son or yourself on sight - which is something I would've done years ago." His muzzle dipped and he stared grimly down at the she-wolf. "You know that well." Gargoyle sighed and blinked, for a moment his gaze was pained. The memories came back. Suddenly he was weary. He lay down once more, though his gaze was still heavy and his shoulders were still stiff. Though he appeared the king, he sat in judgement of his past. As for Ocena, the northern drake could only imagine how painful this was for her to hear. Yet it was nothing she hadn't known of before... at least in part. And ever she had amazed him with her strength of character and her belief in him. He knew her too well to need to fear, but he loved too much to not feel a worse wolf for putting her through this. ~*~ ~Don't want to let you down, but I am H.e.l.l.b.o.u.n.d.~ |