Sweet Nothing [Open]

As Octavian sat there he watched Ghost advance towards him. She started to come closer and closer until she seemed to close the space between them. The Brute's white gaze settled on the femme that suddenly stood still. He wondered what she was thinking about, did she think he would hurt her, and was she unsure if he was friend or foe. He promised himself there that he would never lay a claw on her, no matter the situation. Octavian didn't believe in spilling blood for no good reason, he had seen enough of that and was tired of all of the death and dispute between wolves in this world. As the wolf sat there he looked Ghost over; her past was something he did not know about but he was sure there was something in it that pained her.

Octavian's thoughts settled as Ghost spoke once more. She told him that his wound may come contaminated. The brute watched closely with his white gaze as the femme gently leaned down and began to clean his wound of debris. The male shivered for a moment as his tongue met his wound at first; he had never been touched in a kind way since he was ripped away from his mother, denied kind and gentle comforting touches by his father. As soon as the surprise came it disappeared; Octavian sat there and his eyes closed as he relished the warm feeling. Warm memories came back to him of how everything was before his family became power hungry. He opened his eyes and looked back at the femme before him.

"Thank you." he said in a sincere voice.

"Where will you be going after the havoc is done, will you go back to Valhalla if they regroup?"

Octavian truly wondered where Ghost would go next, he wanted to know because he wanted to accompany her to wherever she was going, it seemed like she needed some company for however long she would let him stay.