all of your glory
He dreamed marvelous dreams of bodies falling to the earth from the heavens and cracking open like eggs, viscera and blood lapping at jagged stones like the tide of the sea. A beautiful dream, a marvelous dream…
He opened his eyes slowly, pulled from his dream by the soft noise of the girl. He snapped up the hare and tore into it ravenously, his exhausted mind trying to remember who the girl was and just what act of his she believed in. He gulped mouthfuls of sticky meat, bones popping and crunching as he ate them as well. The gears clicked into place and he muttered a weak “Thank you..Oh thank you…blessed child, lovely child..thank you.” As he chewed, his voice cracking as if he were on the verge of tears.
Grim was fully prepared to play the role of groveling, sniveling whelp until he was fully accepted by the girl, and her pack and trusted, he would hide his nature from them and in the shadows when they weren’t looking, unleash the monstrous beast that he was on those who would be unable to touch him inside the borders of a pack.
“Thank you…thank you…” he groveled |