It does not take long for someone to appear, the grey and white creature similar to himself in colour- to an extent, Risk half inclined to believe this may be the only creature within the pack land, if indeed it was a pack and not merely the remains of what once had been used by one. It happened, sometimes, whole packs moving to higher or lower ground in search of better hunting or clearer water….or in times of war. He had not been within a pack since Devil and Paracon, not truly- the heavy, muscular creature unable to truly form those bonds again in the wake of the loss of his home and so much of his family. He could perhaps, still, were the right place to present itself and yet he has spent a lifetime wandering, lending his strength to one pack or another to fight for causes he is willing enough to stand for, to defend- to claim his reward or payment and move on once more. Maybe it was Faol’an’s influence, to an extent, driving him to search for something he hardly knew was missing. He had only ever truly held one goal. Determined to prove them wrong, those who had laughed at him as a boy so small and teased at his Mother for what she was- he had set himself upon his own path to be a warrior worthy of Devil’s merit, to step away from being his Mother’s shield and out of the shadow of whatever part of Cobryn had ever passed for a father. That perhaps- was one goal he had succeeded in. He was more than Cobryn ever had been, the warrior he had promised them he would be and perhaps in the wake of his achievements it was only right to return to where they had begun- or close enough to it.

He allows his tail a single wave by way of greeting, for at his core that pleasant, friendly boy still exists beneath the scars and miles travelled- concealed a little though perhaps, hidden and buried between a wealth of war of battle and bruises. He was right to believe it was someone of his blood in this land, amber eyes resting upon the other as he approaches, speaks and pauses- offering a name though it is not a name he knows, else not a name he remembers. Perhaps he had known it once, for he had known many things once, but the name had long since faded into the dust of his memory before renewing itself now. Covet. An odd name- but many were and it is not truly his place to find judgement in it now, though his features harden slightly at the words offered.

“Then you are my brother, by halves at least. I am Risk and please- Cobryn was my sire, but Faol’an was my Father and there is a very great difference between those titles. I may have his eyes but I do not care to be reminded of it.”

It is polite and yet assured, words firm, leaving no room for argument for they are truth and nothing else. If his brother wished to speak fondly of their Father then let it be so, Risk no longer cared to bother with the matter of which of his siblings had grown beside their sire and which had merely been abandoned over and over again. It was old- forgotten, just as Cobryn himself was and perhaps it was better left that way. There was no real use in holding on to hate, not truly and he had long since allowed this to pass. Forgiveness though- was another thing entirely. Yet that was for another time. His head inclines once more, amber gaze resting back upon his sibling now.

“You are too young to have been a child of Apollymi I think and I know you are not born of Hazard, are you of Jaidah or Enigma then? Or perhaps another, I do not know all the names and perhaps there are others I never knew.”

His shoulders roll softly then, in a shrug of sorts, head shaking in that moment to ride those large, square, pit-bull like jaws of the dust that resides upon them, white and brown ears pricked forward to further capture any words he may offer before speaking once more.

“I had a friend once, many years ago, a very dear friend though I fear perhaps he has passed in all these years. Is King Devil still alive? Or King Heyel, perhaps? They would be very aged now if they lived still. Do you happen to know?”

He was tired, unwilling to travel too much further today, perhaps if this Covet proved to be personable he would seek some shelter here for a time and search for those he once new- though if his brother preferred he would simply move on once more. Spirane had welcomed him once and perhaps they would again if Alcide and Moonglow still ruled.



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15 Years ~ Lover of None ~ Stalker of None ~ Father to None ~ Sword For Hire