We crave a different kind of buzz
09-24-2013, 10:37 AM
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but my blood is filled with demons. The female's words were soft, and what spilled from her maw seemed to come almost against her will. Her mother had been murdered? He opened his maw to comment on that, to offer his condolences, when the female turned away, staring resolutely away from him. Ah. So perhaps she hadn't wanted to say that. Not to a stranger, at least. Galileo could respect that. "If you don't mind me asking, where are you from?" The question was soft in the cool air, and Galileo hesitated before tacking on a bit of information in exchange, "I'm from Old Glaciem. Before Isardis came to rule it, my parents lead Glaciem." He didn't wish to come across as if he were prying, but he wanted to know if she, too, was from the Northern packs. Ears pricked attentively in her direction, Galileo turned his head slightly so that he was gazing away from her, respecting her privacy and allowing her to have some space. He was sure that he would not have handled the death of any family member as well as she seemed to have. Though perhaps that would explain why she was snarling at ghosts. Or perhaps demons would be the more fitting word. Perhaps she, like him, had inner demons. Perhaps she of all wolves would understand the battles that he fought. However, Galileo wasn't really interested in letting his battles into the light just yet. No one else needed to know the internal wars that he fought. Not his parents, not his siblings, and certainly not a stranger, as interesting as she was. coding by lutara & kat |