Tell me sweet little lies

*Ulric* · 04-24-2020, 09:39 PM

His anger flared into out right fury. His hackles bristled at her excuses for why Meme was laying here right now instead of being taken to a pack or a healer or literally anyone that could help her. He could care less about any fucking Abraxas and what they had done to Ganta. Ganta had made his own mess and that wasn't something Ulric was going to hold against that family. He could under stand her anger for them hurting someone as young and innocent as Meme, but that was the last thing on his mind right now. "We have family in Valhalla and we probably still have family in Lirim! And even if we didn't, do you think either pack would turn away a bloody pup?!" He could feel himself raising his voice, but at this point his anger was so beyond his control that he just gave up altogether.

"This is what happened to Venti, isn't it?" he demanded, his claws digging into the soil while his shoulders trembled with anger. His voice was a hoarse whisper purely out of an effort to keep from yelling. "Ganta... Ganta told me. You just stayed here instead of doing anything. You could have taken her anywhere, you can take Meme anywhere. Why does it fucking matter that it was an Abraxas that did it when she's still in trouble?!" At this point he was beyond caring about Philomena's feelings or what she thought of him after this. He was going to protect his niece and Philomena wasn't going to stop him from doing that.

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