Duskfire Glacier The Future

so it would seem, the tundrian drawls, contemplative; leaning into her affectionate touch. he returns the gesture with a small nuzzle to her cheek, trying not to think too much about it lest the weight that he had five children in the glacier alone ( and perhaps a fair few outside of the glacier ) come crashing down upon him in a sudden wave of anxiety. the conversation then switches to the origin of his name and he draws in a soft breath, letting it out in a chuckle that rumbles in his chest.

the question has so much more depth than she realizes.

wintersbane was not his birth name and not the name he went by fully until a few years ago.

it was not the name given to me when i was born, he admits, figuring he might as well delve into the story. i was born roarke. it is a name from my father's origins. though arturo ( rest in peace )had always been hard and calloused and distant as far as wintersbane cared to remember him. he'd always been a mama's boy; tragic as that brief story ended. after an incident that separated me from my family i went by drogon out of ...loyalty to protect my teaghlaigh— the word does not sound as smooth rolling from his tongue as it had arturo's. during my first marriage, my then wife called me melkor but with her death i went back to wintersbane which i had used briefly sometime in the interim. the years and the tragedies all blended together at this point.

it was hard to decipher where one had ended and the other had begun.

wintersbane was a gift from my mother, given to me sometime in my cubhood. i cannot remember the circumstances of it anymore but i knew that i liked it the most.