The children undying, they smile through their crying
Sin
11-04-2022, 09:41 PM
The once-wolf couldn’t wrap his head around why he was brought back to the mortal plain. One moment he had been a ghost and the next? He had seemingly taken control of a mouse through possession… Ganta drew in a breath, tasting air again for the first time in ages. Maybe he should have been happy that he’d been given a second chance in this world, if only for a small period of time. At least he assumed so anyway. There was no telling how long he and the other spirits would be allowed to roam the world of the living. He wished he could have felt happy, and fulfilled, but the weight of his past mistakes weighed on him. Ganta would never be able to rest peacefully, not after what his decisions had done to his family. He kept his gaze on the stars, quiet, waiting until something changed in the air and his blood started to run cold. Something was wrong. He sniffed the air and, just as the feline got ready to pounce he caught wind of it. Ganta lunged forward, spinning to face his opponent much as he would as a wolf. Only this time he was no wolf… he was a squeaker… and one that had its small, beady gaze on the wild cat. “Hey, I may look like a snack, but I’m not going to be one! Back off, cat!” "Talk," 'Think.' |
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