Hushed Willows Faust Arp

Hmm. Grayday was a male, one she clearly idolized; and she made him out to be the typical, perfect alpha male...Considerate, easy to respect, and caring toward his subordinates. How sweet. To say he was not exactly the sort of wolf Sheol took seriously or respected was an understatement- still, Ulysses could appreciate those qualities, and admire him based on what she said. ”He sounds like my kind of alpha.” He said.

And then she took the bait- hook, line and sinker. Sheol’s shoulders tightened for a moment, as though he was unsure whether or not to divulge the information, but when she assured him he didn’t have to speak, he shook his head and relaxed slightly. ”That’s alright. My brother,” He began, and paused, before he exhaled again. ”My brother Delmar usurped the throne from our father. He was getting old, yes, and as the older brother, Delmar should have been chosen as heir...But my father chose me instead. It pushed Delmar to the brink; I would have abdicated had I been given the chance, if it would have spared our father, but...” And he shrugged- a motion that Sheol loathed, as much as he loathed indecisiveness, but it worked for that scenario. ”I don’t ever want to be responsible for that again.”