Luck had been spending most of her time nearly connected to her silver protector’s side. She would never admit but the tiny girl was growing more and more fond of him. Close proximity would do that to someone. Still it wasn’t as if she was with him 24/7, it wasn’t uncommon to wake and find him gone, sometime it was morning and sometimes he left at night and Luck would pretend his disappearances didn’t jostle her unwillingly from sleep. She would lay quietly on those nights, listening to him, for him. She always wanted to press him for information on where he was going, she always wanted to know who the wolves he sometimes returned smelling of where but her own timidity would get the best of her and Luck would feign sleep untill his form returning to its comforting place around her small frame would lull her back into the real thing.
This was- this was different though. Luck was nudged awake by her silver guardian, his nick name for her upon his lips and told to follow. So follow Luck did. The tiny Destruction trotted after Bacchus till they were wandering past lands she didn’t recognize. Luck could sense there was a difference in her shinning knight’s behavior and working on an impulse she skirted up beside him, rubbing along his side in an attempt to help calm him.
It wasn’t till they arrived at the battlefield that things started fitting together for the girl. The acrid scent of blood assaulted her senses and Luck felt herself hesitate, a small soft whine rising from her throat and ears pulled back against her skull. Her frame lowered to the ground and she tucked her tail. Not eager to be too far from her protector she picked up her pace till he stopped. Settling away from his slight rise Luck found herself waiting nervously, silently fearful of ambitions she couldn’t understand.
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