03-04-2009, 12:46 AM
ooc- that's fine
DaVinci glanced to the woman as she sat down and the small smile played across her features. She spoke of wanting to know her packmates and he couldn't fault her, though getting to know him wasn't exactly an easy thing to do. There were times even he surprised himself still in who he was and the things he did. He just shook his head slightly and glanced back towards the direction of Inferni as he answered frankly. "I'm the brooding bitter child born of rape who's mother didn't love him enough, or maybe too much." DaVinci was bitter about a lot of things and he spent too much time brooding over simple things that were out of his control. He just couldn't drop the matters and so the festered inside his soul.
He'd thought that that was enough for the woman but it seemed that the frech speaking lass was going to dig her nails deep into his wounds today. His stormy orbs flashed dangerously as she asked about Iskata. He growled softly and left his duties to move closer to the woman as he sighed. "She was the founder of this pack, the Matriarch before Jefferson took leadership.. and she was my mother." He didn't know exactly what she wanted to know and he wasn't even for certain that he was even ready to speak of Iskata in the sense of her death. In some way he felt like a child crying out and wanting mother to come make things better.. but the fog was closing in and the bitter truth was all that remained. She's gone.
DaVinci glanced to the woman as she sat down and the small smile played across her features. She spoke of wanting to know her packmates and he couldn't fault her, though getting to know him wasn't exactly an easy thing to do. There were times even he surprised himself still in who he was and the things he did. He just shook his head slightly and glanced back towards the direction of Inferni as he answered frankly. "I'm the brooding bitter child born of rape who's mother didn't love him enough, or maybe too much." DaVinci was bitter about a lot of things and he spent too much time brooding over simple things that were out of his control. He just couldn't drop the matters and so the festered inside his soul.
He'd thought that that was enough for the woman but it seemed that the frech speaking lass was going to dig her nails deep into his wounds today. His stormy orbs flashed dangerously as she asked about Iskata. He growled softly and left his duties to move closer to the woman as he sighed. "She was the founder of this pack, the Matriarch before Jefferson took leadership.. and she was my mother." He didn't know exactly what she wanted to know and he wasn't even for certain that he was even ready to speak of Iskata in the sense of her death. In some way he felt like a child crying out and wanting mother to come make things better.. but the fog was closing in and the bitter truth was all that remained. She's gone.