Post by Deleted on May 10, 2019 19:14:15 GMT -6
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[attr="class","post"]There were many things about Vasilios that Vorilye had grown to love, the wolves included. Though many of them knew little of him, those that did were nothing short of family to him. It pained him to think of everything he would be walking away from here when the pups were old enough to be weaned. It was a promise he had made to himself; he would linger until they were old enough to be more self sufficient, and then Vorilye would take his leave from Vasilios territory, officially renouncing his title. While no one outside of Dione - and frankly it was likely that she had told someone along the way - knew of his plans to leave, Vorilye thought it only fair to see the friends he had made here, along with the ones he made before ever finding his way into Monarchy.
Talim. Sansa.
The two had shaped Vorilye's life in a way that he could never imagine; Talim had known him when he was little more than a bumbling pup, lost in the echoes of the forest in the Southern Isles. And where he had been little more than a goof ball while Vorilye continued to mature and grow, he could not help but keep a special place in his heart for the male. It pained Vorilye to think he was walking away from the brute, but Vorilye would not drag him from his home. He had come here and asked to join knowing Vorilye led the pack, but it would ultimately be his decision if he remained after Vorilye passed, and the male would never harbor any ill will against the male. He deserved a safe place to rest his head at night, as did every wolf. Talim had finally made a home.
And Sansa was the very reason he was still alive. Vorilye knew that had she not happened upon him after Koray's little scene, he likely would have perished in that hole. She had been his guardian angel, and that was a debt he would never be able to repay in all his lifetimes and the ones beyond that. While it seemed that no one believed her, Vorilye had the utmost respect and gratitutde for the female standing beside his tale, as crazy it may have sounded. Those months had shaped into something he had not been, and now he was starting to realize that he could not have made a life here without Dione. The instant that she informed him that her feelings had changed... that she likened him to her father, there was nothing Vorilye could have done to change her mind. He was not a fool; he knew how she felt about her father, and it had horrified and angered him to ever have that association made. He was so much more of a brute than Dione's father, and just because she refused to stand at his side anymore did not mean that he would stop seeking to prove that she was wrong. Their lives would be forever intertwined because of their precious little miracles.
It seemed that stepping away for a while had given the brute a bit of time to cool down, but it did not change his decision to leave. Vorilye had no place here any longer, and while some of the pack would likely stand behind him had he asserted dominance here, a good amount of the pack fully backed Dione and had come upon Vasilios in his captivity. Those wolves would never learn to respect him and stand behind him if he slighted their Queen, and he frankly did not have it in him to seek approval from anyone. He wanted to be judged on his own merits rather than the choices that others made that impacted him adversely. He was his own entity, and he would find a way to forge a life outside of Vasilios. He had done it before, and he would continue to do so. He would go back home.
As the brute stared out across the lake, his tail wrapped leisurely around his paws, Vorilye could see across to the other shore. I will be right there. I will always be just over there, he reminded himself. He was not abandoning his family. He would not walk away from his children or his friends. But he needed to do what was right for himself, and Vasilios was simply not it. He could not live under Dione's rule; watch her move on with someone else and create a new family, leaving the future he had dreamed for them in the dust. It would be too painful in the long run, and not healthy for him in the short run. Syhrda would give him the distance that he needed, and with the newfound friendship of his cousin, coupled with the fact that the lands remained unoccupied even after all this time, Vorilye could only see it as fate. He had thought he was fated to rule over Acerbus like his grandfather had before him, but perhaps all along, his destiny was to take up the mantle of his mother's lands and build a new, more tolerant home for his family to enjoy.
notes: I actually have a sickening amount of muse for this boy lately
tagged: @talim
word count: 933 words
Talim. Sansa.
The two had shaped Vorilye's life in a way that he could never imagine; Talim had known him when he was little more than a bumbling pup, lost in the echoes of the forest in the Southern Isles. And where he had been little more than a goof ball while Vorilye continued to mature and grow, he could not help but keep a special place in his heart for the male. It pained Vorilye to think he was walking away from the brute, but Vorilye would not drag him from his home. He had come here and asked to join knowing Vorilye led the pack, but it would ultimately be his decision if he remained after Vorilye passed, and the male would never harbor any ill will against the male. He deserved a safe place to rest his head at night, as did every wolf. Talim had finally made a home.
And Sansa was the very reason he was still alive. Vorilye knew that had she not happened upon him after Koray's little scene, he likely would have perished in that hole. She had been his guardian angel, and that was a debt he would never be able to repay in all his lifetimes and the ones beyond that. While it seemed that no one believed her, Vorilye had the utmost respect and gratitutde for the female standing beside his tale, as crazy it may have sounded. Those months had shaped into something he had not been, and now he was starting to realize that he could not have made a life here without Dione. The instant that she informed him that her feelings had changed... that she likened him to her father, there was nothing Vorilye could have done to change her mind. He was not a fool; he knew how she felt about her father, and it had horrified and angered him to ever have that association made. He was so much more of a brute than Dione's father, and just because she refused to stand at his side anymore did not mean that he would stop seeking to prove that she was wrong. Their lives would be forever intertwined because of their precious little miracles.
It seemed that stepping away for a while had given the brute a bit of time to cool down, but it did not change his decision to leave. Vorilye had no place here any longer, and while some of the pack would likely stand behind him had he asserted dominance here, a good amount of the pack fully backed Dione and had come upon Vasilios in his captivity. Those wolves would never learn to respect him and stand behind him if he slighted their Queen, and he frankly did not have it in him to seek approval from anyone. He wanted to be judged on his own merits rather than the choices that others made that impacted him adversely. He was his own entity, and he would find a way to forge a life outside of Vasilios. He had done it before, and he would continue to do so. He would go back home.
As the brute stared out across the lake, his tail wrapped leisurely around his paws, Vorilye could see across to the other shore. I will be right there. I will always be just over there, he reminded himself. He was not abandoning his family. He would not walk away from his children or his friends. But he needed to do what was right for himself, and Vasilios was simply not it. He could not live under Dione's rule; watch her move on with someone else and create a new family, leaving the future he had dreamed for them in the dust. It would be too painful in the long run, and not healthy for him in the short run. Syhrda would give him the distance that he needed, and with the newfound friendship of his cousin, coupled with the fact that the lands remained unoccupied even after all this time, Vorilye could only see it as fate. He had thought he was fated to rule over Acerbus like his grandfather had before him, but perhaps all along, his destiny was to take up the mantle of his mother's lands and build a new, more tolerant home for his family to enjoy.
notes: I actually have a sickening amount of muse for this boy lately
tagged: @talim
word count: 933 words
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