You go so quietly once you've seen the end
03-20-2014, 11:44 AM
He had found his sister once again, he had left her sleeping within the safety of his den inside Valhallan territory. Away from those who could hurt her, and knew that if anyone tried, Erani would crash down upon them in a wrath he had never seen before. Black paws carried him out of the territory, to seek out the rest of his family and bring them to safety. It was a goal of determination he was internally forced to accomplish, for the Legion had to remain together no matter what. Deep blue eyes continued their ever wandering search for the familiar, for the wolves who bore the cross upon their shoulder. It made the task easier, for every wolf of the Black descent would carry the Cross. The sky seemed rather dull today, or maybe that's just how he saw it, he wasn't sure. Everything seemed dull as of late, and it probably would remain as such until he could find his Father and the rest of his scattered family. He knew of a few within the lands already, but the rest? A call, the cry of a raven overhead pulled him from obsessively weakening thoughts. The boy cast his gaze upwards to watch as it flew towards lands unknown, lands of which he was within. Sad blue eyes followed the figure until it disappeared, and upon returning his gaze to the horizon, a figure unknown to him appeared. Dark ears strode forward in curiosity, stance somewhat rigid as he was unsure whether it might be friend or foe. He knew of Valhalla's enemies, and so made an effort to steer clear of them. But the scent wafting towards him wasn't that of the packs enemy, it was that of a broken soul. He knew, because he was one. With ease, he made his way towards her. The closer he got, the better he could see of his acquaintance to be. A small female, a strange zombie like look within her saddened eyes. Something had happened, he could see it in her form. These were all things he was too familiar with, the male able to read people like an open book. It became easy for him, to decipher ones intentions and feelings. The boy let out a soft bark as he approached, making himself known so as not to spook her. He would come to a stop several feet away, his stance relaxed and calm, no signs of aggression nor ill intent. "Miss, are you alright?" He perhaps knew the answer, however, he wanted to know from her. He could tell that something was not right, but it was not his nature to pry into the lives or business of those who did not want to tell. Some things were hard to talk about, after all. For even he still had issues in the communication department. "Speech", Thought, "You" |
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