Devil seems interested in the story of his dream, Risk content enough to share it, speaking calmly in the morning air, content in the company of an old friend and companion whom he has been separated from too long. The last time he had sat before Devil he had been barely fully grown, a boy, learning to be a man and yet now- so many years later one aged warrior sat before another, each scar a story of a life long and well lived, Risk regretting nothing of his past and indeed he hopes to regret nothing of his future. He had debated deeply upon his return to Moladion, very near bypassed it and yet he could not turn from his past forever, his desire to see his companions and what remained of his fractured family before that time passed surely having driven him back to the embrace of Moladion and the lands of his birth, though for how long he would even remain could not be said. He was here to finish what he begun all those years ago, he was merely taking it slowly- for what need was there to rush? For perhaps the first time since he had laid eyes upon his mentor the white and brown flecked boy is given to scowl ever so slightly as Devil’s head arches back to speak to someone whom is simply not there. For a moment the amber eyes of the younger male widen, a question drawn to be spoken upon his lips before he simply silences it. Devil is…..aged now, perhaps his mind is not once as it was, perhaps the black male before him is given not to truly even be aware of such a delusion and Risk does not have it within himself to bring it forward. Within his mind Devil is a hero, a black giant whom had vanquished foe after foe in defence of their home, a god to be aspired too and in his mind….that was still so. A little….rust upon a sword did not make it any less grand or it’s battles any less splendid. Even the greatest of sword may become a little blunt in time or dulled with age and yet Risk thinks no less of the creature before him. Let him have his friends, what harm did it truly bring?

His features have fallen into a look of interest once more, holding nothing of his concern or surprise as Devil returns his gaze to Risk’s own, the younger male nodding in ascension in regards to talk of his dream though to whom Devil has found ‘hilarious’ Risk maintains no further knowledge and sees no desire to truly ask. Devil straightens himself then, a glimmer of the creature he once was so very clear in that stance, a moment of nostalgia flickering within Risk even now as the older male speaks of his home amongst the rocks of this land. For a moment the amber-eyed male allows himself to observe the land Devil has chosen from himself, very little of it truly seeming the sort of home Risk had pictured for his once-Alpha and yet Devil seemed proud of it all the same, Risk allowing a smile to grace his lips as he nodded.

“It seems very grand.”

And it did, in its own way. The land held many peaks and cliffs, edges and dark places that would well suit one content to hide in shadowy places, though why Devil was not within a pack land Risk could not say. Perhaps he had grown weary of packs as Risk had some years ago, perhaps he had taken to merely existing for himself for a time and truly Risk saw no need to pry further upon it. He is happy for his company and for now that is enough. His thoughts change then, asking after those others whom he once knew, those whom held shadows that were once cast over the lands and who led Kingdoms of old that still stood so grand and wondrous in his mind. The sigh Devil draws sees the younger man shift slightly once more, already prepared perhaps, for the words he knows are coming as he speaks of himself and of his family- family better off without him it would seem and perhaps in that moment Risk is inclined to ask why he would ever believe such a thing. The Devil he had known had been close to his children and his mate and imprint both, the Devil he had known had watched over far more then pups of his own blood and perhaps….for even a moment there is some anger in Risk, fleeting as it is- that so many could forget what it is they owe to the one whom watched over them.

Yet- he must remind himself that time changes many things, that he cannot know what has happened or occurred and unless Devil seeks to offer it freely it is not his business to ask. It is a hard thing to age and though Risk himself is not yet so advanced his own years have begun to climb and with them friends begin to thin and pass, his head simply nodding in a silent agreement to Devil’s words on maintain only a few, gaze curious as he stepped forward now to near whisper. Catch his drift? Risk offers a curious look once more, unsure as to what exactly Devil is speaking of now. Did he mean Heyel had passed? Along with Boneclaw and Moonglow and the others? He had known it perhaps, before he had asked and yet the truth was no less hurtful, his chest clenching slightly, for each and every one he had known and lost- the feather tangled within his fur a gift from Moonglow herself all those years ago and one he wore to this day. He had not truly expected them to still be alive and yet there is a sadness in their loss, each of them, for even if he had not felt a fondness for them, even if he had not called them friend- greatness is not readily forgotten and there is respect within him, for each whom had come before.

“I am displeased I did not arrive in time to offer my respects to Heyel and Moonglow especially. Heyel was not my friend but there have been few so great and Moonglow I remember with a true fondness. Does her family still reside within the mountains?”

Perhaps he would visit them, then- in his search for those he remembered.

“Does Niviaq still live Devil? She reside in Paracon, for a time with Faol’an and myself, do you remember her? I should like to find her if you know where she may be.”




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