Whispered Silence ((Ari))

[kovre]

Kovre knew he would have trouble speaking about why he had come here, and why he was even botheirng with starting over. Everyone who had known him in his old home had believed him to be happy and lucky. He had a mother and a father that cared about him and his siblings, and he had a support system there. But his parents were always busy and never around. They were the alphas of the pack, and he was supposed to behave like one that was going to be in that position one day. But his brother had made it obvious that he was going to be the one in charge. Everyone else had backed to him save for Kovre. Kovre had given him a run for his money, and it helped that he himself was bigger than his sibling and could handle himself more calmly. His brother had fought out of rage and pride, Kovre had fought for his family and his home. He didn't want anything happening to what he truly cared about. And when he was victorious, he hadn't bathed in the glory. He had run like the coward he really was. He knew his father would never be able to look at him once again in the same light. He shouldn't have to because of what his sons just did. Kovre was ashamed of himself.


Sighing softly, he wondered why she was out here, as a loner. She had made it quite clear that she hated pack life, but still, there were rogue groups, or other loner wolves that she could speak with so she wouldn't be alone. He had come to get away from a crime that he had committed, but he wasn't so sure about her. As she spoke and answered his question, he looked at her quietly, listening just as silently. He was a better listener than a talker, so that was why he was alright with this situation. He furrowed his brow a little at her words. "But surely, it wasn't always that way?" He questioned honestly, hoping he wasn't overstepping any boundaries. He'd respond to her as openly and as honestly as he possibly could so that this conversation went both ways. But as the question was sent his way, he shifted nervously, almost uncomfortably. Would she pick up on that? He hoped not, but it was kind of easy for her to see. "I've come for my own reasons. Escaping something that I did, something that I don't believe could ever be forgiven. But, it's not important. But I've come to start over, and hopefully I can do that." He said as truthfully as he could without giving much away. He looked to her now, waiting for her reply.

[Ärï]

"My life has always been empty and lonely" Zenya muttered bitterly. "I've always been alone. Whatever fae damned me into existance died and left me to fend for myself so I did." Zenya's sharp golden eyes flicked to Kovre. "That's how you get wolves like me. Mix in a lonely life and brutes with no control and you get me." Zenya was never all that secretive about herself. Her past wasn't anything all that special, just dark and lonely, not a story others wanted to hear so she didn't tell it. She also wasn't ashamed of her attitude. She would easily admit to being stubborn as a mule and sly as a fox. That was just how she was. Zenya felt no shame about that and actually almost prided herself on that. The fact that Kovre had gotten as close to her as he did and not gotten his head bitten off was an amazing thing in itself and he should consider himself lucky.