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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 19, 2017 8:42:51 GMT
 YOU MAY SAY THAT I'M BREAKING YOUR MIND IN MY OPINION YOU'RE MUCH TOO KIND "Ten years?" he asked, with a surprised look on his face. Though, perhaps it looked mockingly. "That is a long time." He then moved toward the chair at the dining table, taking his usual seat at the one end as the rest of the servants moved about. He gestured with an arm toward all the other empty chairs that surrounded him. "Please, take a seat," he said in the most gentlemanly fashion. Most of the servants made their way into the kitchen, making all sorts of clanging noises as they began to prepare the meals. Although they were preparing it, there would still be some time before the food was actually ready. In the meantime, he placed both of his hands into a fist onto the table, leaning toward the direction wherever Wren was. "My side is nothing of importance," he said, eyes watching the last servant leaving the room. They were alone now, for the most part. To him really, it couldn't be all that important in today's matters. In fact, what happened did so a long time ago. He was no longer an alpha. His son was no longer apart of that clan. Maybe he never considered himself to be. Farkas had been busy with the war during his time as alpha. He barely saw his wife and children at home. But even still, at that time, he cherished every moment of it. But he was a much kinder man then. Unlike what he had become now. Though, he felt that she wouldn't leave without some sort of explanation. "Though," he began, with a sighing voice, "your father is a hybrid. I am wolf, however his mother was an immortal." His eyes nearly closed as he spoke. Just speaking of his mother... made him feel things he shouldn't be. "She was my mate after all. But, she died. A long time ago," he spoke in between breaths, as if it were very painful to talk about. Well, it was. His eyes continued to focus on Wren again, leaning forward and resuming his professional-like mannerisms in his speaking. "But, we came from a clan within these very mountains. Though it became dispersed over the years. I decided to live here, and my sons decided it was time to move on with their own lives." He felt that should be enough. Farkas shifted in his seat, looking at her with more an intrigued expression. "Though, I am curious to hear about your mother," he began. He had a smile on his face, indeed fascinated by whomever Felix decided to get with. "Ever since then I hardly know about my son's whereabouts, or what he does. He didn't tell me he had someone in his life, or a daughter," he said, assuming that he must have hidden them from him, for whatever reason. Though, he wondered what kind of a person she was. "Tell me, what is she? What is she like? I'm interested about the woman my son chose," he said, leaning his head on one hand, as if ready to hear a whole story. It was another way to steer the attention away from him, and onto her mother. @tag
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Post by Renata Cairo on Aug 22, 2017 17:00:25 GMT
Wren cautiously slid into one of the offered chairs, keeping one empty chair between them. It was really a conscious choice, just an automatic preference for distance based on the experiences that had shaped her. Caution and distance had always done her well in situations that could turn dangerous and there was rarely a situation in which Wren didn't think there was a possibility of violence. Perhaps that said more about her perception than it did about the world. She almost protested when he said that his side was nothing important, but then held her tongue and waited until he finally spoke again. It wasn't important to him, perhaps.
Her head tilted to the side, a bit like a curious dog when he eleaborated on Felix's parentage. Her eyes widened slightly, her only indication of surprise at the news. "My father is mixed race?" She hesitated, body still and face carefully still as she processed the information. She wasn't exactly sure what that meant for her. She had dealt with the issues of being a hybrid in her youth but as she grew older and wiser it became easier to hide, to claim she was just a werebeast. That's usually what she did. It made her life easier. She wondered if he too had shown the traits of his mixed blood or if he'd been able to pass as 'normal'.
His talk of her mother brought her attention back around and she gave a casual shrug, snorting a little in disgust. "Neither I nor my mother have been in his life in a long time. She took me away when I was still just an infant that was that." She sighed and settled back, crossing her arms over her chest. The posture was surprisingly not defensive, rather it seemed like she was settling in, comfortable with the storytelling. She was fairly well distanced from her mother so it almost didn't feel like she was talking about herself. Besides, if Farkas had loved an immortal woman than likely he wouldn't be too salty about his son mixing the blood.
"My mother is fae, a swordsman. I can't really say what she's like now, but if time hasn't changed her much than she's kind, pretty, and daft. Competent enough I suppose." No matter what anger and resentment had driven her to run away when she was young, there was no bitterness left to her now. She had gotten over it for the most part even though she'd never had a drive to go back home. Maybe it was she who had changed too much.
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 26, 2017 2:56:41 GMT
YOU MAY SAY THAT I'M BREAKING YOUR MIND IN MY OPINION YOU'RE MUCH TOO KIND "Ah," he said, intrigued as he leaned in closer, head resting on one hand as he listened. A fairy huh? Not only that but a swordsman. Farkas heard that the fae hardly took matters outside of their own little pink forest, but then again that was before the war had ended. He wondered how they met. He didn't think Felix was much of a religious man. Though maybe he had claimed sanctuary within the cathedral and that's how he met her. If that was the case it would make Farkas laugh. Though, he doubted it as sometimes they travelled, and well his son did as well. He continued to watch Wren speak with interest. Kindness was something that perhaps made her even fall in love with his son in the first place, Farkas thought. Even so he thought that Felix deserved kindness at least. "That is interesting. Though, I am curious. Why did your mother leave him?" he asked, curious. Was it something he did? Or maybe she thought that Felix wasn't a suitable choice for a father to raise a daughter with. Most certainly Farkas would understand the reason, if his son took after him at all. Farkas then wondered what Wren was. A fae? No, she had no wings. So she must have taken after her father then. He could sense that she was a werewolf, now that he noticed it. He wondered if her wolf form took that of Felix's or perhaps deeper roots. But, she said that she hasn't seen her mother? How old was she? Maybe she was old, for his son had been over two hundred years. Perhaps broken relationships ran through the family. They didn't last forever after all. Or maybe Wren went in search of her father. It made the most sense, considering she was searching for him now, and she didn't seem to hate her mother. Or maybe she did. That's why she was looking for her father. If she was looking for a home Farkas wasn't willing to offer his for long. She may be his granddaughter but he'd rather accompany other sorts. Plus this wasn't the right place for her. "Daft?" he then laughed. "I didn't imagine that's what someone would use to describe their own mother." He then smiled, fiddling with one of the dinning ware on the table. His eyes gazed down upon it, however he continued his conversation. "Can't tell what she's like now? She must be very lovely I'm sure."@tag
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Post by Renata Cairo on Aug 30, 2017 17:26:39 GMT
"I don't know." The words exploded from her mouth somewhat more vehemently then she meant them to and she looked away from him and down at the table. No matter how she had asked, no matter how old she had gotten, her mother had continued to keep the answer from her. As a teenager, Wren had never understood why. Now as an adult looking back, she still didn't understand. It left a bitter taste on the back of her tongue. She took a deep breath and schooled her tone as she answered the rest of his questions.
"I haven't seen her in a hundred years. I left home when I was sixteen." She ran one hand over her shaved head. "She was lovely, I think. Even when I left I was already taller than she was. She was small and bright and always hopeful. Unrealistic and dangerously idealistic." Even though she tried to keep her tone neutral, there was clearly some distaste. She had started disagreeing with her from a young age, first privately and then more publicly. Though she couldn't recall the exact nature of the fight that had spurred her to leave, she suspected it was something on a similar vein. Not that her mother had ever understood her.
Some part of her even wondered if perhaps Eriu had feared her. "I don't think I can tell you much more than that."
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 31, 2017 3:44:48 GMT
YOU MAY SAY THAT I'M BREAKING YOUR MIND IN MY OPINION YOU'RE MUCH TOO KIND So she didn't know? That was rather disappointing, but perhaps it was true. Maybe that's why she was searching for her father. For answers. While that may be, Farkas leaned back in his chair, thinking. Perhaps something had happened between the two, and maybe they split. Either that or maybe Felix had just taken off on them. Either way, he didn't really care too much, although his curiosity wasn't sated. "A hundred years?" he asked, in somewhat mock surprise. "That's a very long time," he commented. Although it was true. To not see their parents when they were less than one hundred, it must have been miserable. He can't even remember how old Felix was when he had killed his own wife and he fled. Perhaps when he was but a mere boy. But Felix had found him afterwards, hiding away in his mansion in the mountains. He did not think more on the subjects as the servants entered the room. He looked up at them joyfully, clasping his hands together. "Oh, look. Our dinner is ready," he said with delight. One by one the servants lined up, entering the room as they carried all the plates on their heads. A magnificent meal for Farkas, set before him, while many other plates aligned on the table, the scent of the freshly baked food lifted into the air. It smelled delicious, and Farkas breathed in the smell as he closed his eyes, a servant appearing behind him and wrapping a cloth around his neck, stuffing the top into his collar. He then opened his eyes, seeing the large plate placed before him, the servant opening the top as the steam lifted. Steak sat on his plate, along with a tomato, asparagus wrapped in bacon, rice, all decorated on top of delicately spread sauce, sprinkled with little leaves. It looked delicious to the man as his eyes lit up, rubbing his hands together before taking a knife and fork in hand. In front of the girl another large plate was placed, and the servant removed the lid, revealing two large slabs of beef, well cooked. Beside them sat some leaves, placed finely but not the center of the course. The servants continued to place plates of many other kinds of food and filled each one a drink at the table. Farkas took his usual wine, and they offered the same to her as well, however a servant quietly asked her if that was her desired beverage. Then, they all stood beside the table, waiting anxiously as they all stared at Farkas. "Let us eat," he announced, taking a bite of the steak. The servants looked at him nervously, appearing to be shivering and shaking but stood still. He then wiped his mouth slightly, looking back at them. "This is magnificent!" he exclaimed. This seemed to calm their nerves, as many slouched their posture. The rest then moved back to the kitchen, except for a few that lingered to take care of the plates and refilling drinks and whatnot. A few stood at the wall waiting for attendance. Farkas continued to eat. "Wren," he started, his mouth nearly full. "How does it taste?" He hoped that she would say delicious. Hoped that she would be impressed with such an entree. @tag
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