Finding A Friend

*Sarak* · 08-05-2013, 08:56 PM

Sarak

Sarak felt rotten inside, he felt as low as he had never felt before. Azalea?s answers to Erani?s next question, which confused him, personally, and when Erani had asked him the same question, he?d thought back. He got hot sometimes, and his heart hammered at those times, and he felt as though something fluttered in his stomach, and now felt a powerful surge of terror. This was beyond Erani induced terror, this was more. Azalea?s glare reduced him to the ground, flat on his back, tail tucked over uhm? tucked more tightly, and eyes clamped shut. She was the Heir, she could do what ever she wanted to him, and he would take what she gave.

Erani?s next words barely registered as she spoke to Azalea, asking to see the scratch. But he did open one eye, watching with spine weakening worry. Was there a scratch after all? Azalea spoke, and a hoarse whine gurgled and croaked from his throat, and his head thanked back to the ground, eye clamping shut again. He was a lout. He had gotten the Heir of Valhalla, his friend, sick! She probably hated him. He wouldn?t blame her.

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