The Start Of A New Beginning
08-17-2013, 04:00 AM
Silver ears peaked to the smaller form nearby, dual toned eyes resting on the girl as she seemed to give him a face meant to insult him as opposed to saying it. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, thinking about saying something to her until the words "Thanks" reached him. Immediately, he raised his head and wondered why she had thanked him, for a moment it seemed as if she hated him for telling her about her ability to sneak up on him. After all, he did kind of mean it as an insult. It wasn't everyday he talked or socialized with one much younger than he. He watched her as she looked him over, noticing as her gaze rested on the large scar he had that spanned the width of his chest before continuing down. He nearly blurted out the question of what she was looking at, if she had a problem with an icy edge but before he could, her curious voice entered his head once more, "Mister, what are those things?" His head tilted at a slight angle as he lifted a paw to glance at his bangle, then back at her. "These? They are...silver bands...that I found just days after I turned a year old. I put them on, then. And now, they will not come off, but it's fine. They are a symbol and reminder of what I once was...what I am now. I wear them as a reminder. Have you never seen others wear these?" He asked, curiosity in his own voice this time. In his mind, he wore these as reminders of his failures...failure to protect his pack when the onslaught came. Failure of the knowledge of why Angeal had decided to leave him behind...failure...failure at becoming what he was now. Something completely different then what Angeal initially taught him to be. But since his disappearance, Sephiroth had changed. He had closed himself off from the world, close his heart, his emotions, not allowing anyone in for years. But this pup, her curiosity and the determination he saw etched in her eyes intrigued him. He wondered what she had gone through to obtain such scars, wondered if she hated herself for the way she looked. Ah, but those were not his thoughts to have...though he was curious, he wouldn't ask the child now. He would simply answer any queries she had...but the determination and will in her eyes, as well as the vibrant curiosity held within them, pulled him in. He was drawn, to him it was strange for one so young as her to bear such wounds and not feel ill about it. Any other pups, would have not wanted to go on in such a state. Fearing that they would end up alone for life. But her...this one, was very different. Speech Thought Others |