Sweet Nothing [Open]

Octavian nodded as Ghost spoke. He walked slowly over and sat down on his haunches not too close and not too far away from the femme.She asked him if he fared well after she recalled their first encounter.

"I fare well Ghost, but how do you fare as well?" he asked while moving sideways in an attempt to hide the burn on his side.

As Octavian sat there he recalled their first encounter at Crystal Falls as well. It was quite nice and he enjoyed it more than he thought he would have. Ghost seemed somewhat mysterious to him and probably a bit odd to others but that is what made her special in his eyes. The male smiled as he looked at her with his white orbs. As he sat there thinking about the past events his mind settled on Hureia for a brief moment. It was time for him to let her go, she was dead before they even had a chance but now he was somewhere new; a new place with new ways and a new wolf.

Perhaps Ghost would be his friend or just an ally but he wanted more than that. She was not invisible to him, she was here and he remembered her as clear as day. At that moment he let go of Hureia as something else started to fill his heart, something special. There was a new wolf entering his heart and he knew he was falling but Octavian kept himself at bay for he learned all too well to be cautious. The brute sat there with a smile hoping she would reply soon so he could hear her voice again.