We Were Making The Bullets To A Broken Gun

N/A · 09-20-2015, 06:14 PM

Threar had fallen. Not so much because it had been challenged for, but because Novella had not fought. Allen knew Bass well enough to know he had been angry but... could he really judge a man who took the home of his family when it was not fought for? The calico gentleman knew that he had to speak to Bass and, likely, the other was not going to be too pleased with what he had to say. He would heave a sigh, but Allen felt that he had to at least speak his piece to his friend.

A howl would rise on the breeze, calling for the pale man to come to him. He knew Bass had left Abaven lands, likely to speak to one of the allies. Allen just hoped he wouldn't be too late for drastic measures to not be taken. He would sit, ears perked as he waited for the other to come. He was sure that regardless of the outcome such opinions would not be enough to break his friendship with Bass. They were stronger than that.

"Hear Me Talk,"
'Read My Thoughts.'

Table by:: Tealah

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