Vereux had seen his mother, and the state of mind his brother had been in. Though fighting the urge to save them, and more over to concentrate on himself if anything. The young boy was growing, his fur turning from the soft baby fluffy to silky smooth blue hue's. The one eyes boy wanted to train and become stronger, he didn't have time to worry about all his problems that he created inside of his head. So he had heard Artemis claimed Valhalla, and now it was Elysium, well she needed followers didn't she. While there he would not be royal, he really didn't feel royal here either so it didn't make much of a difference. He knew he could make better of himself there though, rather than doing nothing here. It was about time he started training. "Father, are you here?" he asked calmly. His head tilting over the huge paw prints in the fresh summer snow of the pines. Ah well, his father had always been a mysterious one, much better than his mother though. She had left a heavy scar on his heart, and could not bring himself to forgive her. As he had already told Argent, that while when he needed her most she was not there. While he blamed not her, but still then, the truth was, she had not been there, for her duties as a mother. And this was the result, of his hurt feelings. He would use his scarred self to get stronger, and make something out of himself. Speech,

Late evening had cast summers wondrous splitting of vibrant gold across cloudless horizons, The King wandering the borders with half-hearted intent; wholly captivated by the beauty of his Kingdom, encased within the pride of his achievements. Solitude would spin fingers of momentary relief against his coral shell, coming to seat himself beside the towering body of a stretching pine, a weary yawn stretching the sinew of his jaws. Alas, it seemed Vereux had found it to be within his interests to find his way upon him, and soon enough his juvenile voice would weave hymns of intent before pale ears. ?No,? he answered dully, a mild chuckle soon following his bland response, cunning features twisting to gaze over his shoulder with humour, watching his approaching son.

Vereux's ears flicked at his father, giving a smile the one eyed boy gave a small chuckle. He felt no fear approaching the larger albino that was his father, he trusted him more than anyone. The one who guided him, protected him, and gave him lectures when he had needed it. While he couldn't say his other siblings had been so lucky, Isardis would hold a special place in the boys heart. He gave a sigh as he was now front of his father. "Do you have time to speak with me father?" he asked. Tones keeping polite as he had learned to do, far from his little rebellious stage from when he had cussed the shit out of everything he saw thinking he was cool. "I heard Artemis won Valhalla, is this true?" He inquired curiously. Tail flicking with it's white tip to it, green eye looking at the man. Ver had since gotten used to seeing with one eye, judging the position of what was in front of him. It was a definite challenge at first but he was young and had been adaptable. Speech,