I Am the Sickness

N/A · 11-13-2013, 06:58 PM

He laughed briefly"Saxe. Now that's a name that's hard to forget" He chortled. The question arose of how he had recieved his skull and he could only laugh again "Such a long story for such young ears. It's nothing of extreme interest I'm sure." He said dismissively, silently hoping that the youth would pressure him further into telling the story. "I'm sure it's far more interesting to hear how a princeling like you came to find himself in the swamp, so far from home." Grinner knew nothing of Newt's rise or fall, he only knew that she had been an alpha of something at some point. He had been blissfully unaware of any of the pack comings or goings since he left Tortuga over a year ago. The most he knew of any pack is that none of them kept slaves and were therefore in no need for a sadistic torturer like himself. More than anything it made him long for home. The Black Moon Pack. He offten wondered how they were fairing without their lieutenant and if they ever regretted driving him away. Ah, but now was not the time for such things. The yearling had his full attention.

Speech,

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