Haku Soul was certainly an infamous creature within these lands, but that was only through cruelty and not all seemed to understand what that meant. All was well if a group was lead by a strong leader. While Conor did not enjoy violence, he acknowledged that it was a necessity at times. Haku sought violence and conflict – he was certain of it. A cruel man hungering for blood should not hold a position where he was free to grant his own wishes. Dahlia de Mai was one of the longest standing packs and it was going to be torn apart – or so Conor feared. Vark was young and had such amount of sadness and hatred in his life already. The golden boy knew that his father would attempt to exploit this and strengthen the taint within the boy. He did not want to see that happen, because he already appreciated the careful boy with the weak eyes. Perhaps he saw part of himself in Vark, they were both orphans in each their way and they both carried emotional scars.
Vark’s question brought an almost fragile expression to briefly flash in the Dahlian’s violet eyes. ”He brought us this harm – he kills people for his own amusement,” the monster’s son said with a hushed voice. Ears folded backwards towards his golden skull and he could feel his tail instinctively dance between his legs nervously. It was dangerous to speak openly about such things. Conor’s face turned away from the other, down at the wooden floor and letting shadows settle in worried creases in his face. He had only heard stories, but he had never actually seen his father do the dark deeds that were spoken of. He did not doubt it was true, though, for his father was a horrible, horrible man. The yearling’s mouth opened, though no sound escaped other than the air whistling down into his lungs. ”Be careful. Don’t let him play with your mind – hate and violence will not help you.” Ah, such a fragile subject to touch. The young boy held his breath now, uncertain of how fresh and horrible the recent loss of his family was for the other.
The other words were received with appreciation and compassion. Conor had wanted to ask, but had not yet brought the topic up for consideration for the young Dahlian before him. His ears flicked dismissively as the male started to explain himself hurriedly – it was not needed. ”We’ll find you a bed and we will share our food with you,” the slightly older boy announced with a small, yet sincere smile. It was already hard enough to hunt for himself, Alexey, Emwe and Mew’s children, but the two other adults helped contributing to keep the family fed and he knew by the hurried words of this male that he was capable to hunt despite his limited vision, so he would be able to contribute as well. ”I wanted to ask you to come stay with us for a little while anyway, so I’m very glad you asked.” Smile widened and lilac gaze had found Vark’s face again.