A Merry Band Are We [G]
Ganta was ill at ease, though at least Roza was somewhere close by. Knowing that the she-wolf was with him brought a certain gladness to the ghostly eyed brute’s heart. But a bit of worry nagged him too, remembering what Enigma had said… how he’d always be blamed form what Sin had done. He didn’t want to believe that. He wanted to believe he was his own wolf and his father’s sins wouldn’t pass down to him. But what if they did? What if the world was just waiting for him to make the same mistakes?
Paws lead Ganta onward, the fur around his eyes hanging down in his face as a heavy sigh escaped the young man. He was hoping to at least do some hunting for herbs he and Roza might need… though he certainly hadn’t expected to drift this far south again. Did Roza mind? Ganta knew he needed to talk to her soon, perhaps shake some of the concerns that were welling up within him.But just as he thought to turn on heel and start back the way he’d come he saw a rather colorful fur pattern up ahead and gave pause. Yes, there was definitely another unique individual moving ahead of him. Ganta couldn’t help but stare, the colors fascinating him. It was as if someone scooped part of the sky down and placed it upon the wolf in the distance. Ganta moved cautiously forward, closing the distance between the two of them before he called out. “Err--- hello there!” Ganta was trying to push his sour mood aside and focus instead on being friendly. “Sorry to interrupt you, I just couldn’t help but marvel over your coat!”"Talk" "You" Think |
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