Wails of the dead

Sirius · 11-01-2019, 04:19 AM

She seized on his joke, making light of his predicament, and he shook his head at her, but laughed all the same. She seemed to be coming more at ease now, but as much as he wanted to bury his head into the soft comfort of her fur, he worried she was scared of him still. Both the wolves vividly remembered the night he had attacked her in full, and neither wanted to relive it.

“You would, too” he agreed “What would you ask of me? My soul?” he teased. “I fear whatever dark gods mortals believe in already owns it” he mused allowed, coming himself from a people who believed in no gods. Because of Archon, Deathbelle seemed to be believing in something, the Risen God or whatever the old cout went by. Sirius wasn’t certain what he thought of that.

“I wouldn’t begrudge you a bite” he agreed, wishing she had taken a good knock out of him, instead of just a pinch. At least then she would fear him less, and believe in her own power - something Sirius certainly believed in already. He knew Zee was capable, even if she didn’t always think so.

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