Pretty is as Pretty Does
07-31-2013, 03:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-20-2016, 08:39 PM by Nyx.)
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO FLY ~*~ Cross plodded along, now kicking it up to a sway backed trot, now stopping in place and waiting. He was the perfect guard dog. His cousin Orica had a love of travel - seeing new sights, meeting new people, finding new herbs, and lately Cross had been the one to accompany her everywhere. What did he get out of the deal? And excellent question. Peace of mind might be the only guess. If he was always on stand by to be Orica's companion on her foraging missions then he knew she wouldn't go sneaking out by herself. Cross was no great warrior like his mother or his father or his uncles, but he had had his share of training and he was a dang sight better than nothing. Plus it gave him something to do. He and Orica had been all over, in the past couple of weeks. But here, the boy was tempted to pull up. He could smell the Valhallan border. Sure he had family there, Solliel had even invited them to come down to the packlands some time. But ever since Eos.... Well, needless to say, goodwill between certain family members didn't always mean something. It just wasn't smart to get too close to a pack's lands when they were only two young rogues. He halted, held his ground and lowered back his ears sternly, usually enough to get his cousin - who'd become rather adept at reading his body language - to pull up. But not this time. The girl kept heading right for the border. "Orica," Cross hissed. "Orica, what are you doing?" It was said quietly enough, but considering how little the boy liked to talk, it might as well have been an explosion. I WILL LIVE TO SEE YOU DIE |
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