Current Objective: Thinking ---
Form: Lupus>>> Optime----
Mood: Aggitated--
Tis often said among scholars that the fates of rulers and their kingdoms lie in the single arrow of an assassin. How perfect then, that with one single arrow Jaden had sealed his own. To most who looked on the hunt of the pack was successful, they had taken down their prey. But when X’ies looked on to X’yrin following the hunt, there had been a look in his eyes, disappointment, but most of all. Anger. That was perhaps a frightening thing to behold, for in all the time the two had known one another the Lambda never showed emotion beyond faint sparks. But to see that look in his eyes, one that reflected an emotion so passionate and destructive. It was dangerous. He had left after the hunt was complete separate from the rest of the pack, truthfully afraid that he might break his vow to X’yrin and speak in a way that would splinter the harmony of the group.
But in truth, that harmony was already in tatters.
X’ies had been avoiding most of the group since the pack hunt particularly his child hood friend, he had needed time to think. And his conclusion had been quite disheartening. The fact of the matter was that whilst he held loyalty for his friend, his one true loyalty was to himself and his lust for power and advancement. Whilst he held the advantage of X’y here, the fact of her other half constantly belittling his efforts would make any attempts to grow fruitless. Worse off, any attempts he made to help the pack would also too be hindered by the actions and decisions of the alpha male, the main example of which had been in that catastrophe of a hunt. So, it brought him to a choice, stay here and be forever limited by the male, and by his leash from X’y.
Or much like before, leave and pursue his ambitions elsewhere. It was a tempting thought the latter, but one that he would have to consider more heavily before acting upon. X’ies never did anything drastic without first thinking, analyzing. Planning out what could, what might, and what won’t occur. And whilst leaving the pack to fall to pieces would be an idea that would probably be better for himself, his memories were dragged back to a few days ago, with his fellow Nomad clinging onto him as a rock to her despair. ” X’ies Lambda…the rock which parts the waters”. It was on his morning run in which he would catch glimpse of his alpha female and would look onto her as she trained. There was frustration in her movements. It was a stiffness in the muscles, he knew the ways of training among the nomads warriors and there was less rigidity about their movements. This was not the training of someone keeping up their skills. This was the training of someone who wanted pain to dull their thoughts.
He would advance upon her, shifting into his hated Optime form as he approached. “ It looks to me as if you could make use of your old punching bag curious one”. He said in a joking manner.
WC:533
