The Curse of a Dying Sailor

*Caerul* · 11-19-2013, 07:16 PM

Walking quietly, Caerul walked along the grounds of Valhalla. He had kept close to the pack in case any of the prisoners tried to do something, and of course he would not tolerate to bite back if they tried to defy or hurt any of his packmates. He seethed with anger, his father was a prisoner in Glaciem and so it only fueled his hatred for them. Rolling his shoulders, he decided he would go check in to see if the prisoners were behaving. It wasn't long before he approached the albino girl, green eyes were cold and emotionless upon seeing her.

"Enjoying your stay?" he would speak with cold sarcasm, uncaring towards her. Though he doubted if he could ever be caring and kind to any Glaciem wolf. Not after what they had started with Valhalla.

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