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Posted on April 6, 2015 at 00:38:34 AM by Dexter
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He seems all too willing to talk about his story and I don't mind listening. I've always been good at listening, not so much at talking. I've only just been getting a little better at that. He seems confused when I shake my head but if he looks closely at the disappointment in my eyes, he might be able to see that I shake my head out of the actions of his father to try to take the lives of his own children. As I've said, no matter what someone told my father, I know he would never kill another. When I ask why he did it, why he killed his father, he starts a story of confession and stops himself from being all about being the good guy who only wanted revenge for his brothers. He does end up admitting that he was proud of the prophecy, that he wanted to be that wolf. My theory is correct about him then. He is all pride and he must have admired that seer greatly to take her at her word despite her illness. I wonder if she was like a second mother to him. I nod in acknowledgement, allowing him to continue. I don't show anything on my features when it comes to the god thing. I know it's not worth it. I see something almost reminescent in his eyes as he looks over Taviora, watching the other pack wolves. He must be thinking about his old pack. My lips tug a bit into a soft smile. In these moments, I can almost relate to him. How lonely he must feel. Even in my home pack surrounded by family who love me, I feel alone most of the time. The other pack wolves don't know me, not really. They may know of me but I don't speak to many. When I ask about the army, he looks unsure for a moment before he finally begins to speak. I tilt my head, trying to give him what I hope is a reassuring look. He tells me that after taking down his father, some submitted to him but others left. He growls and I stiffen but then he apologizes, letting me know it was not toward me and I nod in understanding. He is angry about the things they said as they left, the names they called him. I tilt my head in intrigue when he mentions finding out about the seer's betrayal. That must have been hard on him, to know that the one who supported him in the beginning was now pushing others to end him. I wonder why he didn't stop believing the seer's stories then. Wouldn't it make sense that if she was pushing others to kill him that maybe she wasn't such a seer after all? He tells me how the other wolves went mad trying to kill him and he ended them all. To my surprise, he doesn't look happy about what he had to do. He looks troubled by it. I raise a brow in slight puzzlement. His pack started growing after that, seeing him take down so many. He looks curiously at me almost expectantly. My lips twitch toward a humorous smirk as my ears prick forward and I dip my head toward him. "I do not want your thunder, Zeus. I want your story. You say the pack grew after that. So what did you do with your new power? What kind of changes did you see done during your reign?" Dexter male.four years old.35', 145lbs.born to MothxCoszcotl.sibling to Amoxtli&Zeltzin.unable to bind.mated to none.father to none.tied to Taviora |
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- =Gods may bleed among mortals= - By Zeus April 6, 2015 at 03:22:00 AM
BLOOD never lies - By Dexter April 8, 2015 at 11:24:49 PM
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