Be Careful Makin' Wishes in the Dark

The answer she gave was and odd one, made reluctant in the coming by a strange look she gave him. Yes his attitude seemed to change suddenly -from wanting nothing to do with her, to wanting her to return topside with him, to growling at her, to, now, trying to understand her. The one thing that remained constant was the lack of expression in his face or voice. He had no pity for the wolves who needed to see the features of a face to find meaning behind words. The rest of the world could take what he said at face value (no pun intended) and deal. He wasn't going to exaggerate his words and twist his muzzle around every time he saw another lupine. He'd had too many years with mug in a wicked grin and a scowl. Nothing else came easily anymore. That is, except when he was around Ocena. But he wasn't around her now. He was in the bowels of the earth with a she-wolf who had even more issues that he did - at least from the first impression. And yet, perhaps it was something about the place, but it called to him.

It brought to light the rougher edges of his soul. The sharp edges he hid away. And it didn't help that he was still brooding over the loss of his beloved Glaciem. A thought had been gnawing at the back of his mind for some time. Vaguely, he'd felt it for some time: If he'd been the killer, the warrior, the god that he once was... He would've easily been strong enough to keep his home. In the end, his turn to goodness had made him weak. Weak when it counted the most. Gargoyle spoke again, this time, his words blurring the line between talking of her, and talking of himself. "Ah but what if the thing you fear is the desire itself? A desire for darker things... Then it is something worth being afraid of. Worth running from."