I told you before... your tears don't fall...
Conflicting feelings ran through Ganta as he staggered back home. He’d searched all of Southern Boreas for a sign of his child… and found nothing. Ganta was tired, his pads sore, and his eyes weary from crying. He felt like he had failed… failed his mate. Failed his daughter and son. Failed everyone. Did his father ever feel this sense of defeat, Ganta wondered? He shook the thought from his head almost immediately, giving a low growl. Why should he give a damn what happened to that wolf? Sin had done things the wrong way… had hurt others. But… what had Ganta gotten for trying to do things right? His daughter taken, that’s what! He gave a snort, recognizing his emotions were spiraling out of control… and that was why he had to return home.
The pale male had barely made it to the borders of Dragoste when he felt like his mind was about to snap. Ganta stopped, lowering his head and letting loose another growl. His emotions ran like a wildfire… He felt like Philomena’s kidnapping had been his fault… ..and he just felt so angry. So ready to tear into his those who had once been his family. If they thought they were going to step all over him… step all over Dragoste… they were wrong!
“They’ll pay… every misplaced bit of fur… every drop of blood… will be paid in full.” There was a dark look in Ganta’s eyes. He dug his claws into the dirt, lifting his head before letting out a booming howl. He was letting all of Dragoste know he was home… but not just that… he wanted anyone else in the free lands nearby to hear as well. If his siblings lurked… this was their warning. This was their last warning before he acted… and Gods help them, because he was out of sympathy for them now.
Ganta started forth again, tail lashing back and forth. Though he needed rest… though he wanted to stop walking… he had to see at least one other before he slept properly for the first time in goodness knew how long.
Roza.
Only she could calm him now… and the Gods knew he needed her now more than ever. Ganta looked like a shadow of himself… more his father’s son than he ever wanted to be… could he ever really escape that Hellstrom part of himself? |
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