Never Gonna Dance Again
03-31-2014, 07:43 PM
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The meeting had been quite fruitful, and he was happy for the pair that had been wedded. He felt sorry for Sephiroth, for he knew that Seraphine would not go easy on the male. Though Sephiroth was trained as an elite mercenary, he knew that if it came down to it he would not let himself get harmed so easily. He wandered through the territory shortly after the meeting, mainly to get away and think about where his other siblings could be. Claire had disappeared, and not too long ago so had Cael. He knew it had to be hard for Imena, and it was on himself as well. It wasn't like his brother to up and leave without any reason or explanation. But alas, just like their younger sister, so had gone his younger brother. It was then he heard a scream, a cry of someone who could no longer contain what was held inside. He knew only too well what that feeling was like, for he had felt it many times. He would move at a quicker pace, the Digamma worried now more then ever about the woman whom he had grown a liking for around the same time as his brother. He moved briskly through the night, the underbrush gently rustling as he made his way to the location of her den. As he neared, he would scent the metallic tang of blood. And alarm spread through him. Had someone attacked her?! He broke into a run to cover the remaining distance as he barreled into the den. As he came to a halt, he searched the darkness for signs of an attacker, but only scented Imena. "Imena?" Her name rolled off his tongue like a strangers, he had not talked to her in quite a while for she was always with his brother. But he had noticed her by her lonesome for a while now, and he knew that she felt it was her fault that Cael had taken off. "Imena, what are you doing?" He inquired, his voice harsher then he intended as he looked at the wound upon her foreleg. Speech Thought Others |