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No Method, Just Madness IP: 108.19.101.218 Posted on December 9, 2014 at 06:58:51 PM by Andras
It was enough to cause her to straighten up, to hold herself in higher regard. He knew she was a capable girl, and she had done much already in her young life. What she needed to learn now- was confidence. It could be a hard thing to learn, and some...never learn it at all. Her blood of a mixture of cowardice and independence. Her parents were opposites- the best definition if he could find one. She should be capable of taking the traits of both to make herself the best she can be. In fact, parents are not everything. She may see it that way, but they are not. He had lived many, many years since his parents. He had carved his way into this world, using their teaching but being his very own self the whole way.
He lets his sunset eyes pry into her as she speaks. Although he preferred a stronger voice, he knew the power of a soft voice like hers in a female. He knew what it could do to lure others in, and he would not scold her for something she may not realize as an advantage as of yet.
He lets his robust frame lift from the ground. He stands tall like the pinnacles of a mountain. He looks down upon her, the red of his fur only outlining the intensity of his eyes. He nods, looking into the bogs of Iromar for a moment. She was born here. She was of here, of Iromar. She is a wolf of bog.
"Then it is so. May your blood be considered that of Demons, in the name of Andras. Demons, Raven, did not spawn from nothing. They did not come from only two wolves. Demons must bring in those worthy to extend the Demon name. You will not hope to serve the pack and make me proud- you will," he said with great emphasis. Even in a state of dark dwindling without his Lillith, he could be a compelling man. His voice carried like a thunder's roar, and his presence was like a storm itself on the horizon.
"Say it- you will," he demanded, tail high behind him in the crisp cold air. He did not want such wishful thinking to cloud her vision- he wanted her to proclaim. He wanted her to take charge, to grasp upon her own fate, not just hope to. He reached his muzzle down, maneuvering it below hers as to lift it up, to show her to hold it higher and with pride. He awaits her reaction, her words and her reply. If she was going to be his daughter going forward, she would need to hold herself like one. Elesor was always confident, Siren was...less than pleasing, and Lamia was a girl of many talents and knew it. She was to stand besides them as sisters, sisters to Astaroth and Nogitsune. If she was to stand a chance, she would need the ability to hold herself against them.