S.O.S.
01-04-2016, 10:25 PM
In his mind, Cypress would question himself yet again. To think he was helping Sin’s child. He knew it wasn’t Sheerrun’s fault that Arian had died. She had been the one to call to Sin after all. Yet Cy knew he held a deep hatred in his heart for that man. He would never forget his bloodstained coat. His piercing golden gaze. There ran such a deep hatred in Cypress’ heart. He knew that he would carry that hate to the grave. Yet, whether his demise would be by Sin’s jaws or something different he knew not. He couldn’t help this feeling he had.... It wouldn’t take too terribly long for someone to show. The one to arrive was not Bass, but rather a younger brute, brown and white. Judging by the markings under his eyes, however, the young one was of Bass’ brood. His words were a gentle stutter... Cypress felt his heart give a pang at them. He had mixed feelings about this whole ordeal, but he was sure that getting the kid help was the right thing to do. The right path to take. He would take a breath, speaking in a clear voice. “I certainly hope you can at least.” The silver and gray male would look the other over with his bicolored eyes. He didn’t seem like he was fighter... So hopefully he was one of the healers he’d called for. Cypress would tilt his head to the side, continuing on. “I’ve got a lad down south with what I believe to be a broken leg in need of help. A loner. Do you think you might be able to help us?” |