Tiger Moon
Rodgar [Open, if not]
08-26-2019, 06:09 PM
“Aye, I should.” He responded. “He was my brother, though I haven’t spoken to him since our father died.” He responded, still warry of the girl with the bloodstained pelt as she worked open the cat and began skinning it. He felt his heart drop, watching the poor creature be gutted like prey. The tiger was a creature of power and strength and she had killed it as if it were nothing. He could feel part of his soul drop away as she watched her work on the beast, aching to see the powerful cat so broken.
“Did you know him? Amos?” He asked, trying to keep his mind off the tiger and focus on something- anything- else. Obviously she had known him if she was asking but he still felt compelled to ask his own question.
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