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Amissus is very sharp, it would seem. He goes thoughtful for a while as if contemplating something. I see his skin shudder and it reminds me of myself before a big battle. Will he take part in such a thing? As he is a member of Iromar, I dare say I would be facing him on the battlefield because he won't turn from a pack he joined. He is all about pack. Perhaps he just wanted a little insight before he could feel better about joining them. That's not what I'm here for. I only came to explain to him so that he would have a clearer mind. Who knows? This might put him in their favor. Perhaps he likes the idea of preying on the weak and torturing others for the pleasure of it. He certainly seemed to enjoy himself with that little rock prank he pulled only moments before. He has so many scars that I'm sure he is a battle born wolf, just like myself. I went against my heritage, my teachers. They wanted stealth, killing in the night while I chose to kill in broad daylight, calling my victims out for a fight before ending their lives. I walked a different path than my brothers but I was always different. My teachesr saw this and yet still they embraced me, as long as I was getting the job down and as long as I didn't drag them down with me. They had enough faith in my skills of losing scent and trackers to know that I wouldn't bring hunters back to them that were after me. I knew how to wash away scent and how to backtrack, how to confuse any that would seek to follow. I never brought trouble to them. I never let others know that they existed. I did this for me. They told me that I would be on my own when it comes to hunters. If they found me, I would not receive help, but I was okay with that. I chose my own fate when I decided to hunt in the daylight. I didn't want to hide anymore. I seek the adrenaline in my veins, the fire under my flesh, the calling of blood to my lips. I cherish all that and I would do anything to feel that way again. Something tells me Amissus is not far from that calling too. He asks if I was already an alpha. I glance at him, raising a brow. He's keen to catch such a thing. I still have my pride and even though I no longer wear the crown of Paracon, I will forever be its king. I have always held myself proudly. I'm not one to bow down to others. "That is correct." I don't wish to delve deep into the subject, since it would likely only drag up painful memories of the ones that I lost when Paracon was buried in rubble and chaos. My ears flick back, the only sign of my troubled thoughts. He grows thoughtful again when I talk about Vague and though he nods his head in agreement when I warn him not to take Vague too lightly, something tells me we have very different opinions of the dark wolf. He seems to admire the way he is with his daughter. I never got to see Vague that way and that's probably a good thing. It would only remind me of the daughters I have lost. He seems troubled when I mention Vidar, his eyes flashing for a moment almost maliciously. Would he have dark plans for Vidar? I scowl a little though my eyes give nothing away. Instantly my guards go up. There's something off about this wolf. I see now that we are different in some things. He is not what I had assumed. I start to regret confirming Micteca's identity now. Would he come for her? Would he try to finish what his pack started? I would have to finish what my pack started if he did. I won't stand for that happening anymore. Heyel is tired of it. The assassins are tired of it. I am tired of it. Amissus seems to relax a little when I tell him that I can respect his decision not to take sides. Perhaps he feels a kinship with me but after that flash, I don't think I will be so open with him anymore. Even though he may be different than the rest of Iromar, he is still of their pack and he has another side to him, of this I am growing more sure of. He looks toward his catapult and suddenly asks if I'd like to hit something. I smirk a little, eyes gleaming wickedly now as I glance at the contraption. "First, show me how it works." I've never seen anything like it before. How does he get it to throw rocks? I walk toward it, circling slowly. It's made out of everyday things like wood and more rocks. I glance up at him, raising a brow, curious. |