these battle scars don't fade

*Shadow* · (This post was last modified: December 15, 2014, 09:09 AM by Shadow.)

Got permission from the others to skip, @Scimitar

The Roman listened silently, deciding to speak after the Creek wolf finished saying all he needed to say. He doubted he had enough energy to counter and interrupt him anyways. And to listen had always been his best skill, other than fighting and manipulating words and wolves. The words the agouti male opposite him spoke penetrated his fallen shields and straight into his heart, though they didn't have the same effect as Paarthurnax had on him. “You’re insolence and attitude got you kicked out of this pack. You’ve been unwelcome at our borders the moment you stopped new Creek wolves to harass them – and you sure as hell sealed that deal when you couldn’t keep your Bypass fools from stomping in here and attacking my members.” His Bypass wolves came to the Creek and attacked members of Swiftcurrent? What in the name of Jupiter? Who the fuck did that? Shadow had a firm rule, that the battles he started, the wars he created, he fought by himself, that no one else should interfere if he could help it. There would be hell to pay when he came back to the Bypass to whoever who did it. The Roman was a firm, strict and loving ruler, so when it came to things like this, he was firm and fair, he most certainly did not congratulate whoever who trampled on Creek grounds, it was his fight not theirs.

Shadow's figure noticeably slackened as the other wolf spoke, he'd expected it but it didn't mean he was ready to take it all at the sametime. He pulled himself together and looked up and felt there was no more use to use the mask he held in place since the few weeks before his birth in nymore. Why should he? This wasn't Rome? They weren't going to assassinate him or kill him just because he stood here. He was such a foolish little boy. What was he thinking? So the Roman looked up, raw emotions on his face, grief, sadness, desperation, regret, resentment at himself. But also thankfulness and hope. A sad smile graced his lips. "I have, haven't I? I've been such a foolish little boy, if only someone knocked some sense into me earlier."

There was a new kind of energy in him, a hopeful one, perhaps he might have a chance at a new life. Maybe this was what the gods above were trying to help him. "I wish I could turn back time and repair all my mistakes, I wished I saw Paar's despair sooner, I wish I never messed up her life by telling her to come with me. It would be better for all of us. I wish Danica was still here....I would fix so many things." he trailed off and shook his head, the same sad smile still on his lips. "But I can't, so I'll have to make do with what I have now." he took a deep breath and exhaled softly. "I did not know my wolves came to the Creek and attacked your members. I have told no one about what happened between the Creek wolves and I, they know nothing of the grudge I use to hold against this place. I do not know what drove whoever who did that to trespass and attack," - the Roman's lips drew back in a snarl at that, but it wasn't directed to the Creek wolves. "creek wolves. You can be assured that whoever who that was will be dealt with severely, I don't tolerate them running off, trespassing and attacking other pack wolves. I am sorry for my pack mate insolence and bad attitude, as well as my own." he bowed his head apologetically at the sametime. "Do you mind giving me a description of the intruder?"

Shadow did not expect anything from the Creek wolves, knowing he deserved the hate and disgust they felt towards him, or whatever they felt towards him. He just knew, he had to apologize, whether they accepted it or not. "I no longer wish to fight with the Creek." he glanced wistfully at the land he knew resided behind the wolves that stood in front of him. "It was the first home I loved and could reside without being afraid of being attacked by my own pack. My foolishness, stubbornness, pride and arrogance made me bitter. But someone finally knocked some well needed sense into my head, I wish for a truce between the Creek and the Bypass. I'll keep my wolves off your land, I won't bother the Creek anymore except if Paar lets me visit our kids. My wolves do not belong in my fight with you guys, and it seems I should be defeated this time." the Roman bowed.

The silver Roman looked Bazi and Scimitar in the eye, not a challenge but to let them know something. "Take care of Paarthurnax, please. She deserves so much better than me, a stupid arrogant little boy. The best thing I ever gave her were the kids, hopefully they'll make her happy." he sighed. "Take care of the pups, they were not involved and it wasn't their fault, or Paar's in that matter. Everything is mine. I know I could apologize a million times and still not deserve anyone's forgiveness. Teach them to be strong, honorable wolves, protect them. Do what I cannot." Sadness and acceptance drifted onto his features. "I know you already said I am not allowed on Creek lands, but maybe you could make an exception for the birthing? The naming....only this once, please. You and a bunch of others can escort me, I don't care, just please...." he begged.