Restless Stroll

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mercianne

Walk | Talk | Think

Silently Awaken closed his eyes, and the creamy white wolf patiently sat waiting for his response. No doubt he was trying to make sense of it, whatever those fragmented thoughts were that bothered him so. Her ears tucked a little as she considered how difficult they might be for him to witness, how horrible a secret she might be forced to hide for him, and hoped that whatever it was that he learned, that they learned together, would not be something very terrible.

At length, he spoke, his vibrant green eyes still closed in thought, and Merci listened as she promised she would. A stony battlefield. A huge dead wolf. The white wolf proclaiming a king to be dead, and a kinslayer named. She was grateful his eyes were closed so he would miss the shudder that raced through her frame at his words, those dark words that she hoped were not real. What manner of event must have occurred to them to be brought about? Could it be possible it was all imagined, that he simply had strange visions with no connection to him whatsoever? But what if they're real? What if this is his past? The thought frightened her a little, and she shifted where she sat over how horrible it would have been to learn that Awaken was some sort of "kinslayer" as his vision stated. But he's been nothing but nice so far. Maybe it's not him. It was honestly the best she could hope for, and so she clung to it, praying that, should there be a villain in Awaken's story, it would not be him.

"I'll remember." Her soft voice came out even more hushed, her dark brown eyes settling somewhere on the snows between them. She curled her tail tightly around her side, considering what she knew and what more she might learn from him.