Fix me Father
07-25-2013, 03:49 AM
The man shifted quietly upon black studded pillars. Silently listening to the story that the she-wolf was telling her nephew. So the one that had died here was her brother...? He watched, the different range of emotions emanating from the girl pierced him. Something stirred within him, wanting to walk over and wrap around her, to protect her from the hurt that engulfed her...they were alike in so many ways. The young one included. It was strange...for him to wander and find others like him. He practically held his breath, though even with that it was as if he never existed. He was always quiet, watching silently and being as if he was never there. He knew not to interfere in this, so he remained there in the dark. Though he didn't know the one named Octavian, he knew the fear that he was feeling...he could feel it now, fighting to stay alive but afraid of what was to come. Yeah, Squall knew what Loccian felt...it had happened to him the day he vanished from his birth lands. When he was but a young orphan, the only friends he knew remained...forever to feed the Earth. Ellone had disappeared when the enemy pack attacked.
It was a peaceful night. He and Ellone were asleep in a den they shared, barely a year old when tragedy struck. The pair had been woken up and told to run and hide in the caves on the mountainside, as a rival pack ambushed them and started an all out blood war. Wolves fell before his eyes. Some in front of him, barring his path and separating he and Ellone. He had seen her run off to help her mother, and as he tried to near them a group of wolves tore between them. When they had passed, he rushed over to Ellone's mother, Ellone nowhere to be seen. Her mother died right there in front of him, bleeding out by a fatal wound to the neck. Her last words to him, were to tell Ellone that she loved her and for him to take care of her. She had then slipped away into the spirit world. But since then, he had seen nothing of Ellone. He knew not of she was dead or alive, and the chances of her surviving that attack were slim. He himself had barely managed to escape, his slender body outmaneuvering those giving chase.
In a sense, he knew what this grey woman was feeling...he had been through it all at such a young age. He knew the pain, the hurt, the sadness, everything. But he had forced himself to shut out those emotions and close his heart to getting close. But in this case...they pair had somehow managed to get in and stir something within him...
As long as you don't get your hopes up, you can take anything...you feel less pain. He thought. Wasn't that true? He had been living by that for his whole life...never expecting much, never hoping. Looking down at his paws, he had decided to leave the pair alone. Perhaps...No...I...I won't get hurt again. It may have just been chance that I came upon these two...it would just be the same as everything else. He sighed, giving one last glance to the pair. The tears he saw falling from the grey she-wolf sent a pierced feeling through his heart again. His throat tightened when she slammed her paw on the ground. So she felt guilty for promising her brother something that was inevitable...she knew she had lied, but in truth, he would have done the same thing.
The warrior quietly turned and left the cave. Whether the two had noticed or not, well...what was he to do? If he was truly meant to be led to any of them, then fate would walk him into their paths. For now, he'd continue his own blind path as before...the path leading to nowhere.
Speech, Thought, You
It was a peaceful night. He and Ellone were asleep in a den they shared, barely a year old when tragedy struck. The pair had been woken up and told to run and hide in the caves on the mountainside, as a rival pack ambushed them and started an all out blood war. Wolves fell before his eyes. Some in front of him, barring his path and separating he and Ellone. He had seen her run off to help her mother, and as he tried to near them a group of wolves tore between them. When they had passed, he rushed over to Ellone's mother, Ellone nowhere to be seen. Her mother died right there in front of him, bleeding out by a fatal wound to the neck. Her last words to him, were to tell Ellone that she loved her and for him to take care of her. She had then slipped away into the spirit world. But since then, he had seen nothing of Ellone. He knew not of she was dead or alive, and the chances of her surviving that attack were slim. He himself had barely managed to escape, his slender body outmaneuvering those giving chase.
In a sense, he knew what this grey woman was feeling...he had been through it all at such a young age. He knew the pain, the hurt, the sadness, everything. But he had forced himself to shut out those emotions and close his heart to getting close. But in this case...they pair had somehow managed to get in and stir something within him...
As long as you don't get your hopes up, you can take anything...you feel less pain. He thought. Wasn't that true? He had been living by that for his whole life...never expecting much, never hoping. Looking down at his paws, he had decided to leave the pair alone. Perhaps...No...I...I won't get hurt again. It may have just been chance that I came upon these two...it would just be the same as everything else. He sighed, giving one last glance to the pair. The tears he saw falling from the grey she-wolf sent a pierced feeling through his heart again. His throat tightened when she slammed her paw on the ground. So she felt guilty for promising her brother something that was inevitable...she knew she had lied, but in truth, he would have done the same thing.
The warrior quietly turned and left the cave. Whether the two had noticed or not, well...what was he to do? If he was truly meant to be led to any of them, then fate would walk him into their paths. For now, he'd continue his own blind path as before...the path leading to nowhere.
Speech, Thought, You