03-17-2019, 05:18 PM
[div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]— 'cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Never been much for family legacy. "Follow 'em? No... I don' think so. I didn' mind seeing the world, but it's more satisfying, I thin' to have a place you can actually call home." He could honestly say that. "So no, but to each their own. My parents lived fairly happy lives, I suppose. But I'll be happier staying in one place."
He snorted softly and shrugged. "I learned early on, they're not for everyone. But that just means more for me to borrow or collect." The win-win situation of his eldest brother now that he considered it. Oh well. He saw the appeal enough.
Embry supposed he might just be stroking the other vulpine's ego, but he perked his ears attentively, curious to what the Ardent might say. Callahan. An Irish surname if he knew one, but that did not mean much all things considered. Years old and founded the groups; that was actually rather interesting information though he did recall the other mentioning something similar once before. A hand in all of them. And of course, he has done plenty himself. Swoop in for the kill and ask a bunch of pirates to lend you a paw to ascend to the throne of a slaver group.
"So, by becoming leader of one of the groups they founded, you're essentially continuing their legacy." Statement more than question.
"I never thought to ask how old the groups were," he mused out loud, head inclining lightly towards the side. "If your family founded them, do you have an idea?" What a history nerd you're acting like. Years, obviously, but he wondered how many. The more the more significant it was in a mortal lifespan.
[align=right]hardly anything left for you to see — EMBRY
Never been much for family legacy. "Follow 'em? No... I don' think so. I didn' mind seeing the world, but it's more satisfying, I thin' to have a place you can actually call home." He could honestly say that. "So no, but to each their own. My parents lived fairly happy lives, I suppose. But I'll be happier staying in one place."
He snorted softly and shrugged. "I learned early on, they're not for everyone. But that just means more for me to borrow or collect." The win-win situation of his eldest brother now that he considered it. Oh well. He saw the appeal enough.
Embry supposed he might just be stroking the other vulpine's ego, but he perked his ears attentively, curious to what the Ardent might say. Callahan. An Irish surname if he knew one, but that did not mean much all things considered. Years old and founded the groups; that was actually rather interesting information though he did recall the other mentioning something similar once before. A hand in all of them. And of course, he has done plenty himself. Swoop in for the kill and ask a bunch of pirates to lend you a paw to ascend to the throne of a slaver group.
"So, by becoming leader of one of the groups they founded, you're essentially continuing their legacy." Statement more than question.
"I never thought to ask how old the groups were," he mused out loud, head inclining lightly towards the side. "If your family founded them, do you have an idea?" What a history nerd you're acting like. Years, obviously, but he wondered how many. The more the more significant it was in a mortal lifespan.
[align=right]hardly anything left for you to see — EMBRY