Post by Driel on Jan 13, 2008 22:26:45 GMT -5
"What do you mean they already left?!"
A pair of stark crimson eyes pierced and choked the warrior by the throat in response, and the young man flinched involuntarily. He stood his ground, however. "You could've waited a few more days for me to come back and we would be able to depart together---"
"You are not supposed to travel together," the snow-haired wolfman corrected with his soft, silky tone. "They have departed on seperate ways. Malyre to the north, and Tino south. You, Driel, is assigned to head westward."
The young man felt his jaw drop. "But Father! North and south of Maiorn is---"
"Armarbor and Voragimines," and the Master smiled, almost playful. He closed the book that he was reading and set it atop the desk beside him, amused by the disbelief in Driel's stare. "'Tis the season of the poison flowers --- the timing is right."
"You let them off to Armarbor and Voragimines by themselves?!"
"Say, aren't you a bit overprotective over your little brothers?" The older white wolf leaned on the arm of his chair and looked at his tan-furred son lazily, a smirk slowly creeping up his feminine face as he waited for him to respond. The younger wolf knew the meaning behind his father's wicked smile and grew rather annoyed.
"Are you trying to get them dead?" Driel suppressed a growl.
The Master paused for a short moment, not because he hesitated but to let his son tame his own anger, and then he spoke.
"If they die," he said slowly, pinning each word and syllable down softly but firmly, "they fail. Have you forgotten your teachings?"
Driel felt a snarl break away on his face, and a hostile growl trilled from his throat as he yelled at his father. "Caelus!!" The white wolf's smile fell instantly as his ruby stare fixed onto his eldest son. The temperature in his voice dropped below freezing as he parted his lips to speak again.
"Do not call me by my name." An acute danger lurked beneath his calm voice, like the cold bars of a steel cage that enclosed a terrible monster. Driel felt fear and wariness creeping atop his anger, weighing the rest of his thoughts down and silencing the tremble in his throat. The albino wolfman named Caelus pulled a scroll out from inside his sleeve and sent it piercing through the air towards his son as if aiming to kill him with a throwing dagger. Driel blinked and caught the scroll in a reflexive flash. This is, undoubtly, his assignment list.
Silence fell inside the room, and Driel felt the slim scroll with his gloved hands. Neither of them spoke or moved for a long moment, until Driel turned for the door.
"I'm off," he spoke, quietly.
A smile filled Caelus' face and eyes, the coldness in his voice evaporated and replaced again by gentleness. "Come back alive," he advised his son. Driel paused, feeling something uncomfortable stirring inside him.
"I know," he replied, and slammed the door behind him.