Let Go Of The Truth

Serenity. She seemed so entirely unfazed, unlike himself, so that told him that she most certainly didn't recognize his name or family name for that matter. Maybe he really was just imagining things. He watched as she arranged the saber cat that laid dead between them, still glancing at the banded, dotted markings wrapped around each of her legs. she had even more of the markings than Ganta had, wrapping all up and down her legs in a more subtle color than her father's had been as well. He almost could have believed that this was his sister instead of a daughter, but he knew for a fact that he and Philomena had been Roza and Ganta's only children. She was far too young for her to be Ganta's from another woman before he was killed and even if she had been her other coloring and markings were all Adravendi...

He refocused on her face again when she questioned him on if he wanted to split the kill and he was quick to shake his head. "No, please, take whatever you want from it. My pack and I have killed so many of these that I don't know if we could make use of yet another saber cat pelt if we tried." He didn't really consider that she'd be eating it, not just using it for materials and supplies, but his mind was still far too occupied to think much farther than that. "Um... I'm sorry, you just look so oddly familiar. Who... Who are your parents?" A distant cousin perhaps? Someone from one of Ganta's siblings that just somehow happened to cross with the right partner to look just like his family's markings? His mind was jumping through hoops trying to make pieces fall into place in a way that made sense.

Ulric Adravendi