Troublemaker

*Sarak* · 06-21-2013, 09:27 PM

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Sarak

As she replied, his muscles relaxed. ?It happens.? He said, tone reasonable. It?d happened to him a lot of times. Her eyes gazed down at her kill, and she looked about ready to cry. That made his ears fold back. Tears had been something you didn?t see in Blackmoon pack, and that was because every wolf there, save maybe for Yssamega, were heartless brutes and bitches, with room in their emotions only for bloodlust, rage, and a sick pleasure at seeing pain. He?d been like that, once before he?d reached Valhalla and his mark. I he hadn?t been told to leave no trace of himself, prey animals would have fallen to his whims, and left behind.

The memory of how he had been made him feel a bit sick. Moss green eyes gazed at Azalea as she apologized for pulling him out this far at night. She wanted to spend time with him? It still surprised him that anyone in the pack would want to spend time with him. Particularly a pretty female. He stepped forward, paws still silent, as she asked to go home. ?Eat your kill first. It?ll help you feel better.? It wasn?t a command, the way he spoke it, but a gentle suggestion. Settling on his haunches, he watched her a moment, then glanced up at the sky.

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