Dont tell me friendship isn't love

*Crucifix* · 04-17-2014, 06:04 PM

Crucifix had been and gone a few times now to the Valhalla territory, and was grateful to its queen for the welcome she had given him to visit his family. It would be in the early reaches of the morning that he would slip again into this packs lands. It was a short walk to the den he sought, and the cool warmth of morning air was a pleasure as it traced its presence through his coat. He would stop by the entrance to her den and peer into its reaches to see the form of his older sister still in the throes of sleep. He would allow a smile to caress his features as he took in the vision of her sleeping form. He was tempted to sneak in and blow on her nose but before he could decide on any such mischief she would awake and see him standing there.

The smile of greeting that formed there was something that touched his heart, knowing how rare such things where to come by these days. ?And hello back at you? he would laugh lightly, bumping his hips against her form as she would exit her den to stand beside him. She would bury her head within the folds of his neck and he would lower his head, using his neck to hug back against her form and allowing an affectionate, pleased sigh to slip his vocals. He adored his sister, with the feeling of a ferocious protection and regret for the time they had been parted. ?My day is yours? he promised her, he was after all here for the purpose of visiting her.

Sensing the lightness in her step he found his thoughts drifting to who she wanted him to meet, and he would align his steps beside's her as they walked. They where approaching the scent of another brute, and he would push his nose into the wind, tasting and remembering this scent, this being who held importance to his sister. He was surprised with the rush of his sister as she surged forward to meet the form of this brute, and Cru would pause for a moment to take in the sight of the greeting. He felt the oddest twinge within his chest, something that felt a little like jealous but held also the taste of anger. He finished the last few steps to his sister and the brute, and in them he decided what it was ? fear that this brute would either hurt Twig, or take her from him. Neither of which boded well to him, he had just found her and he had found her hurt. That familiar anger of the remembrance of her pain would surge up inside of him. The sight of her weeping into his coat, her tears so thick they might as well have been the blood of her broken heart. ?Alpine?' he repeated his sisters words but pushed them forward like a half-hearted greeting as he watched Twig nudge him. If this was who Twig wanted, he would not deny her her heart.. he would, however, bring insurance to it in the form of a warning, he would ensure Alpine knew exactly what he was getting into and the consequence of hurting her... the consequence that would come in the price of blood. He revealed in the thoughts that killing the rapist would do two things, destroy the one who had hurt Twig, and serve as a warning to this... 'Alpine' of what could happen to him.

"My sounds""My Soul"

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