Crashing Tides [open]
03-20-2013, 01:23 AM
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His heart broke to pieces at her story, a tale far worse than his. The smile fell from his face, pain reflecting in his eyes as he heard her tale. How many females carried that burden from his doing? How many had been scarred as she had been from his actions? He no longer sought trivial pleasures of the flesh. No. This was an opportunity. A chance to repent for his sins. Slowly he stepped closer and rested his head on her shoulder. Comforting her in the softest way he knew possible. The boyish charm left his body, he was someone else now entirely. "You are my pack-mate." He said softly. "I will aid you when you need me." His tone was serious, he was done flirting. She needed him. She needed his attention and he would give it to her gladly. "One day your thoughts will be whole. And until that day, I will not abandon you." He said softly, his breath showing in the air. Now it was his turn. "I was once a lecher. I left many a femme to care for my bastard children." He admitted "When I decided to join a pack I left them soon afterwards and I fear one day they will come for my head." She was the first person he had trusted his secret to, the first person he had admitted his guilt to. The first person she had trusted his life in Seracia to. Speech, |
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