04-10-2010, 09:10 PM
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Sorry for the delay. I was in Universal Studios.(291.)
His father was gone and he didn't understand. He had never really understood the reason for fighting, but he didn't suppose that there needed to be a reason. Fighting was necessary sometimes. As far as King had seen, the world was a thin film of calm stretched over chaos and violence. It may appear tranquil sometimes, but there was always something hidden beneath that gilding. Perhaps that was how it was with his father and his sudden departure, but getting to the bottom of it would require too much talking. As he watched his half-brother speak of changes and the future, he became vexed and somewhat reproachful. It was so strange that war -- a violent creature of action -- was usually ended by bundles of useless words. Maybe that was the reason they kept coming back.
And Conor? What was there to say about him. King hadn't had an extended conversation with him (though it was the same with virtually everyone else). He had never spoken to him like his mother or his father, despite the fact that they shared similar blood. And something about him seemed squirmy and slimy like a worm trying to struggle away from his grasp. It was confusing, so he decided to give it rest and return to thinking of it later.
He couldn't tell what his mother was thinking, though several others seemed a little disgruntled… or maybe he was just impressing that upon them. Some swore fealty now to his half-brother, barely old enough to represent himself in the pack without parents. King said nothing, though he certainly could. His face was completely still, though his eyes -- the eyes of his father -- remained unblinking on Dahlia de Mai's new Alpha Male.