saving myself from the ruin

Laxago! What are you talking about! his voice echoed among the redwoods, the tone much more accusatory than he had intended. He still could not completely understand what had happened. He had ideas what this agreement had been but the way Laxago spoke of it was casual. The matter was spoken of as if it had already happened. As if his choice had already been made for him. Tense and unable to withstand the anxiety and weight that pulled at his gut he began to pace. A stiff-legged walk taking him to the furthest redwood from them and then back again. And again. And again.


Upon completing his third loop Deteste's pacing ceased. He bowed his head as to rest it parallel against the trunk of the redwood before him. He focused on the rough texture of the park. The piney scent of the tree. Taking a deep but ragged breath Deteste addressed Laxago once again. I don't understand. Please explain this clearly to me. And in a method in which I'm not treated as an object. This isn't just some trade. Some conversation. I don't know know clearly what you've done but you need to speak with me seriously and concisely. It was now that Deteste felt the ache of his tired body. He had been doing so much. Patrolling Amenti. Patrolling Ludicael. Tending to members of both packs and attending diplomatic meetings. Since Jupiter's deathmatch he had had no rest but the pride he felt for his work had hindered the aches. At this low point, with his pride stripped from him there was no way for him to avoid the masked pain.

"speech"