The Call of The Sea is Not One I Answer
12-22-2013, 02:11 PM
The ivory femme seemed to soften a bit as Bhaire spoke, and he took comfort in that fact. It was not every day he found such an empathetic stranger. Not to say, of course, that he sought empathy, only that it was a rare and pleasing sight. He shook himself out of his thoughts. It does not do the dwell on the past, he reminded himself. His present, at the moment, was indeed wandering. He could understand how this fae might find it odd, being a pack wolf. But without the only family he had known, it felt like betrayal to settle down without them. If he wasn't fulfilling their wishes, how could their legacy go on? He would love, of course, a pack to call his own, and a family too. He was in all ways a kind, social wolf who thrived among the company of others. He chuckled, wondering how he might explain the emotions he didn't fully understand himself. He scraped at the sand under paw, wondering how he might be eloquent and truthful at once. "Alacritis is very unlike other lands I have traversed," he began slowly. When he spoke again, his voice was very low, and very quiet. "I believe my adoptive family would have loved it here. However, a season past, they were taken from me. I do not know why, only that the gods must have willed it." For all that he tried to keep his voice level, he could not control his thoughts. Aye, he blasphemed. And they were brutal enough in it, weren't they? He winced away from his thoughts, hating them as soon as they surfaced. The anger was still there, they damn anger he could not wash away. It stained him. How could he present himself to any sort of pack this way, and hope to help them? He could not even help himself. "Talk" Think "You" |