Crashing Tides [open]

N/A · 03-20-2013, 01:15 AM

"I can sympathize." He said quietly. Even now, in the back of his mind he knew that Lentajin would come for him, take him away from Seracia and the ocean, make him beg for mercy as they ripped out his throat and let the sands swallow his blood. Such a messy way to die, he wasn't for it. Instead he imagined cubs, white and cream, and red and brown, running with him along the shore, chasing the waves and learning to fish with him. A much more pleasing thought. Segar unfortunately could not boast the track record Ghost had. He was remembered by many and known by many as well, by know as both a whore and a deserter. A stain he had wished would be washed away by the sea but so far had yet to be swept away. Yet still, no one in Seracia knew of his trespasses, and if he had it his way they would never find out. No, to him beauty was a mask to hide the horrible writhing creature that he truly was inside. Or at least that he felt he was. He had abandoned his leader hen she needed him most, abandoned females with his brood, and abandoned Lentajin in the midst of a power struggle. And now he would turn on Octavian and steal his woman. Was there no end to his traitorous ways? He let the thoughts fade as he spoke again. "But surely Seracia must quell these nightmarish thoughts. Or perhaps someone in Seracia."

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