10-29-2008, 05:53 PM
The bastard son of the Matriarch had been lost in his own thoughts of the girl from Inferni that he hadn't even had the mind to remember exactly where he was, or the fact that now he belonged to the wolves. When the scent of the other seemed to envelope him he knew it was too late to attempt to leave, but he wasn't afraid of the leader of Inferni. The words that followed the scent did cause the stormy orbs of the silvery male to turn, seeking out the owner as he spoke up. "Depends on the reason." was the simple reply that the war scarred hybrid was granted.
His frame was relaxed as he turned his orbs back to skulls imbedded on the stakes, the warning from both the real life threat and the example clear. "Would you have done the same, for one you loved?" he asked. His actions against the clan had been clear that night, though the leader had no clue as to why. DaVinci wasn't even certain that anyone had known who their prisoner had been, but it really didn't matter now.
Deep down he was still a bit of a brat and that bit couldn't help it but ask. "What happened to the Princess?" He'd learned who the one he'd dubbed the ugly princess was so long ago but the child's mind could have cared less, she had been nothing more than the one to notch his ear and drive him from their lands once. Now he stood here on the outskirts of what could have been the double of the clan's home over the mountains with the new leader, ironically the son of the bitch he'd once insulted so.
His frame was relaxed as he turned his orbs back to skulls imbedded on the stakes, the warning from both the real life threat and the example clear. "Would you have done the same, for one you loved?" he asked. His actions against the clan had been clear that night, though the leader had no clue as to why. DaVinci wasn't even certain that anyone had known who their prisoner had been, but it really didn't matter now.
Deep down he was still a bit of a brat and that bit couldn't help it but ask. "What happened to the Princess?" He'd learned who the one he'd dubbed the ugly princess was so long ago but the child's mind could have cared less, she had been nothing more than the one to notch his ear and drive him from their lands once. Now he stood here on the outskirts of what could have been the double of the clan's home over the mountains with the new leader, ironically the son of the bitch he'd once insulted so.