Little Toy Guns
This was it. She'd been searching long and hard for her two idiot brothers, and she didn't feel like she was getting any closer to finding them. She stalked across the ground angrily, the sooty smell of the mountain mingled with the falling snow was a strange one, and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to stay long here...it smelled horrible, though not something she was foreign too, either. She remembered back in the day when her aunt had a pack somewhere around here, though she couldn't remember where anymore. She was a pup, so the memories were practically faded. Then again, she didn't really care to remember insignificant things in her life, and that was one of them. |
Forsaken was considering that option when an oh so familiar scent caught his attention. His sister… so she was back was she? A smirk settled across his features and he perked his ears with an amused rumble settling in his chest. How long had it been since he’d last seen her? Since the Hellstrom siege. She’d fled… but could ‘saken really blame her? That whole incident from what he understood had been a shitfest. Arietta had lost an eye… Enigma had been… he sighed. Perhaps it would have been better had they all been there… but did that matter now?
Smile faded as Forsaken closed in on where his sister was in the snow. He wasn’t sure how this little reunion was going to go down. Honestly he didn’t mind if there was a fight involved… he welcomed pain and thrived on it. But could his dear sister handle that heat? Could she handle it better than Enigma had?
"Sister." Forsaken rumbled once she came into sight, waiting to see what would happen.
Long had he searched for the two, but only one he would find every now and again. Tail flicked angrily across his hind legs at the thought. Paradox had disappeared when Abaven lay siege to Hellstrom, and dark thoughts brewed in his mind. He would get revenge on them, one way or another, they would pay. He once thought the same about Imperium, but that pack had disbanded long ago. Now it was Abaven that lay in his cross hairs, and he would destroy them one by one if he had to. Large paws sunk into the gathered ash and snow. Amber gaze narrowed. He was pissed, and for good reason. Though he had been for quite a long time, and it was all because of the siege, and the stupid girl he was beginning to care about, then she disappeared. Then that asshole husband of the crippled bitch had gone and dug a grave for himself when he killed his father, and was on the search for him, too. He vowed to kill the bastard if he ever saw him again, along with the bastards kin and whomever else stood in his way.
Those thoughts would pause, however, when two familiar scents crossed him. Golden eyes narrowed, the brute hurrying forward until he could see them. Soon he'd break into a run, a heavy snarl ripping from his throat as he charged towards the two. Just before coming upon them, he skidded to a halt, eyes wild as he looked at them both. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip both of you apart!" He hissed. |