I'm still spinning from my time spent with Kohaku. She's a strange one to figure out, for sure. And yet I can't seem to get enough of her. I've spent the remainder of my time when I'm not trying to figure her out hunting small game and practicing my fighting techniques. With no one to practice on, I think I'm getting a little stale. I've thought of challenging Kazier just to see what Arcadian may have taught him while they were gone. Surely he taught his son how to defend himself. One of them, anyway. I frown bitterly. Not like Sidorio has made an effort either though. Where are the fathers? Do they think that because we're adults, we don't need guidance or even to see the ones who donated sperm to a worthy cause? Sure, I'm independent enough, confident enough, and sexy enough to get what I want but that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to learn what attracted my mother to the two in the first place. There had to be a reason. I know my mom's not the most mannered of females in Blossom but she always has her reasons. Look at what she pulled with Kershov, growing bloated with his children just to ensure an alliance between Malignant and Abendrot. Just like my mom to use her pack as her reason.
None the less we're safe for now but I want more information. I need to know more about the mysteries that are Arcadian and Sidorio. How else am I to spend my time away from the intoxicating presence of Kohaku? Picking up on a scent, I follow it, only to find Arcadian has been running the borders...a lot it would seem. Is he bored too? I follow the trail to some willows, wrinkling my nose up as I tilt my skull. What's he up to? I note movement between the branches so I venture closer for a better look, ducking my head, my paws barely making a noise on the forest floor. When I see that it's none other than one of the two wolves who call themselves my father, I lift my head, cupping my ears forward in curiosity, striking blue eyes impassive as I draw up a few feet from where he rolls over onto his spine. Funny position to find you in. I always thought you preferred to be on top. A wry smirk tugs at my lips as I plop down on my rear beneath the willow branches, eyes watching Arcadian with barely hidden humor.
Nikandros_male_adult_no mate_brother to Leonidas, Kaizer, Ariston & Nyrobi_Queens x Arcadian x Sidorio _prince of Malignant Felicity
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