Don't Tell Me, Don't Tell Me You're Leaving
Somehow, with Roza by his side, Ganta felt that he wasn’t going to have to worry about his siblings. A naive thought, but he felt confident with Roza at his side. Ready to take on the world and all that inhabited it. He felt his heart fluttering, and he too ignored the rain. To him all that mattered was that Roza was at his side. She was safe. They were together. As the femme nuzzled up close to him he gently returned her action in kind, giving her face a loving lick.
“I’m glad that you do, Roza.” Ganta replied happily, a grin spreading across his face. “I’ll fully expect you at my side in Dragoste, so we’ll be able to help all of our wolves grow. I’ll need you to handle some of the gentler side of things of course; children, mothers, making sure the stores for food are kept up. I think that’ll be enough responsibility to start.” The brute let out a light laugh, partially teasing. He wouldn’t expect so much out of her right away. “…and if you really want you can help me collect herbs too!” He gave Roza a wink.
“You’re going to be my equal, and though you won’t fight, your purpose will be great all the same.” He stood up, glancing at the sky. “We’ll show Boreas that everyone can have their specialty in their lives and live with it. No one will be forced to fight if they can’t, or heal, but surely there is some skill each wolf can possess.” Ganta’s eyes had a bright shine to them again.
“But for now,” He glanced at Roza, gently nosing her cheek. “Lets head back to the den.” His heart fluttered in his chest again, that feeling of love, and being loved, making him feel more excited than ever before. |
I'm here without you...