New Blood
09-03-2018, 06:58 PM
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It was hard to keep himself to reality. It was so easy to slip back into the fog his brain had drifted into since her death. He could feel it even now at the outskirts of his awareness. It was calling to him, whispering in sweet words that could have been the voice of his mother, but perhaps not. It seemed too… surreal and voiceless, emotions more than tones that sang to him. If he let himself drift back into it, would he see the shade of his mother once more? Even here where he was not alone? Revenge, that was his anchor to reality, that and the nameless man who had claimed him. With effort he tore himself away from the sweet siren call of oblivion, and turned back to the grey man , in time to see a scarred stranger appear like a dark shadow at the entrance of the den. His dark red eyes bleed into his expressions, through it was to his savior that this strangers attention would flow. The scent of rabbit brought Rai’s attention to the creature that flopped limpy in his jaws. The pup swallowed, and bit down on the hunger that awakon with his renewed desire to survive. This hunters attention was on the pup now, and as the wavy, drifting blue of Rai’s eyes set to the red glow of this man, he wondered if he looked into the face of a killer. Was that was his savior would turn him into? Was this the gift he had asked for? The pup found it in him to smile, a small and growing thing. He had a feeling this man feared no one and nothing, that nothing could stand against him. If that what Rai had to become, he would do so gladly. As the pup had studied the stranger, his savior has begun to speak, and his ears perked up curiously as he heard their meeting from his point of view. Of course, nothing was spoken about the shade of his mother, or of her death. This man knew none of that, he knew only of the pup wondering the desert, and apparently of the Sand Lady who had sheltered him. It became clear to him after a moment that the opinion of the recently-appeared stranger was important. His understanding of pack structures was limited, but who was in charge was clear. The boy straightened himself, head raised, eyes meeting the red of the leader without fear or hesitation, as once more his fate was decided by others around him.
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Astraios is broken, mostly mute, with a death wish