04-06-2010, 04:07 PM
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The information that Tokyo consumed from Conor's explanation of the situation was not the expected analysis. Her mental perspective of Haku had not changed. She didn't really understand why he had done the things he had, but she was sure he had a reason, and he had always been good to her and their son. King had been left at the den, today. He was a big boy, and she had stressed the danger of wandering too far while they were at war. She didn't even care, that much, that Haku had agitated for this war to start. The only reason it was trivially annoying was that King's life had been put into danger. But surely he had anticipated the possibility of that and weighed the risks to the likely benefits.
No, what Tokyo had realized from his explanation was that Conor wasn't going to let Haku continuing ruling. And the responses of the males that had heard the same story, it didn't seem likely that any of Dahlia would stand behind their glorious, vicious leader. He had protected the, had served them so well for so long.. And now this treachery, from his own son. Ah, if only King was old enough to stand by his father's side. Things might have been different. Conor was clearly power-hungry, and Tokyo couldn't fault him for that, but the whole facade of "doing the right thing" was so irritating. What mattered was that he would have the support of the pack. That meant that Tokyo had to make sure to throw her support in with him, because he was going to win this conflict. The earlier she threw in her support, the more it would be appreciated and rewarded later on. So she had followed them to Haku's den.
She knew that this conflict would only end in violence. The female did not know Haku's true nature nearly as well as her pride liked to claim, but she knew him well enough that he would not bow out gracefully. That strength, the vibrant.. life, that he had passed on to their son, that had allowed King's conception in the first place.. No, it would not settle for being told to leave, told to get out, especially not by his own flesh and blood. Tokyo similarly knew that she would not be needed in the fight itself. Conor had two strong, healthy males, fit for fighting, at his side. Tokyo was not here to draw blood, she was here to witness. By now she was one of the members in the pack that had been around the longest. Had it already been a year? If not, it was drawing close. Few members that had been present when she joined were still around. She was a fitting representative for Dahlia, for the past.
Tokyo had brought her long-knife this time, at least. She didn't really see how it would be much of a help, but she had it none-the-less. She held it loosely in her right hand, standing attentively (and with careful posture; it wouldn't do to ruin this image by slouching). Her gold-brown hair blew loosely in the breeze, and her ice cold eyes watched the fight progress. She was far enough away to make it clear that she was not to be physically involved, but close enough that it was obvious she was there for some sort of support.
The information that Tokyo consumed from Conor's explanation of the situation was not the expected analysis. Her mental perspective of Haku had not changed. She didn't really understand why he had done the things he had, but she was sure he had a reason, and he had always been good to her and their son. King had been left at the den, today. He was a big boy, and she had stressed the danger of wandering too far while they were at war. She didn't even care, that much, that Haku had agitated for this war to start. The only reason it was trivially annoying was that King's life had been put into danger. But surely he had anticipated the possibility of that and weighed the risks to the likely benefits.
No, what Tokyo had realized from his explanation was that Conor wasn't going to let Haku continuing ruling. And the responses of the males that had heard the same story, it didn't seem likely that any of Dahlia would stand behind their glorious, vicious leader. He had protected the, had served them so well for so long.. And now this treachery, from his own son. Ah, if only King was old enough to stand by his father's side. Things might have been different. Conor was clearly power-hungry, and Tokyo couldn't fault him for that, but the whole facade of "doing the right thing" was so irritating. What mattered was that he would have the support of the pack. That meant that Tokyo had to make sure to throw her support in with him, because he was going to win this conflict. The earlier she threw in her support, the more it would be appreciated and rewarded later on. So she had followed them to Haku's den.
She knew that this conflict would only end in violence. The female did not know Haku's true nature nearly as well as her pride liked to claim, but she knew him well enough that he would not bow out gracefully. That strength, the vibrant.. life, that he had passed on to their son, that had allowed King's conception in the first place.. No, it would not settle for being told to leave, told to get out, especially not by his own flesh and blood. Tokyo similarly knew that she would not be needed in the fight itself. Conor had two strong, healthy males, fit for fighting, at his side. Tokyo was not here to draw blood, she was here to witness. By now she was one of the members in the pack that had been around the longest. Had it already been a year? If not, it was drawing close. Few members that had been present when she joined were still around. She was a fitting representative for Dahlia, for the past.
Tokyo had brought her long-knife this time, at least. She didn't really see how it would be much of a help, but she had it none-the-less. She held it loosely in her right hand, standing attentively (and with careful posture; it wouldn't do to ruin this image by slouching). Her gold-brown hair blew loosely in the breeze, and her ice cold eyes watched the fight progress. She was far enough away to make it clear that she was not to be physically involved, but close enough that it was obvious she was there for some sort of support.