'Tis the season to be Jolly
04-30-2014, 02:24 PM
His stories would full the world before them, and the sound of his sisters laughter was the sweetest thing he had ever heard. He could see the straightening of her stride, a gaining confidence in her step and eagerly he went on with his stories. Of chasing the falling sun, or all and anything he could think of that she might enjoy from his time in the wilds. They would walk the length of Valhalla on the outskirts of her territory. He wasn't going to push his sister, for the time being her acceptance and her interest was more than he could have hoped for. No, never again would he allow anything bad to happen to her, he would kill any who dared try. There would be something else on her mind, and she would speak it now. His stories had finished, and it seemed she had sensed that had waited for this moment to speak her mind. She reminded him of the trial, and he would discover that his anger was still fresh, seething beneath the surface. Yes, he longed to taste his blood and death, of course he would be there, and nothing in the world could keep him from it. ?I will listen, and I will come. I swear upon my life, my Twig, you will not face it alone? he said softly to her, as they completed their circlet and ended up where they had begun. He was astounding with how much time had passed, and the amount that he had told his sister. He revealed in the feeling of her knowing so much more about what had happened to him, but realized also that he had heard little in return of her life within the pack. ?Any pack life stories my dear that you would share?? he asked her gently. "My sounds""My Soul" |
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