Mystery of the Cross

N/A · 05-06-2014, 02:27 AM

He listened to the story of his elder brother, intrigued as well as overcome with a sense of wonder. So he was thought to be a stillborn? There must have been a mistake...his parents would have never gotten rid of one of their children without good reason. Perhaps even in the womb, Lunatik had done damage...who knew. He was glad, however, that Pulsus didn't have to witness what they had. But, perhaps things would have been different...maybe if he had been there, Lunatik wouldn't have come out the way he had. Maybe he would have been a completely different person...He returned the smile given, eyes closing briefly as he went into his own story.

His tears fell, hot against his flesh. He hated crying in the presence of others, but the memories of his past always cut deep, always left him shaking inside, and out. He leaned into his brother when he came against him, grateful that at least one of his siblings was there for him. He was positive almost, that they hated him. Blamed him for the separation. And he was left with the thoughts that perhaps they resented him...He brushed against his brothers neck, tail curling against his body as he tried to cease the flow. "He will not finish what he started little brother, I can promise you that. He might be my litter mate, but what he did to our family is inexcusable. I will protect you and the rest of our siblings with my life, even if that means that I loose it in the process. You might not know me very well, but I can promise you I am nothing like my brother Lunatik."

He could not help but to pull away. To look into the eyes of the brother that was once an unknown to him. Was he really telling the truth? He hoped so. He seemed truthful, and yet Jinxx felt so conflicted. He wanted to trust him, but at the same time what if he lied like Lunatik had? Was Pulsus truly different? He had grown up without the corruption and power hungry desires of their eldest brother, and although his mind swept him up in doubts and scrutiny, his heart told him that he could trust him. "I...think you are what this family needs, to come back together. We were strong together, and we can be that way again...will you really help me in doing so?" He would ask, voice strengthening with each word spoken. Tears had ceased, ocean blues hopeful as was his heart. Would this be the Saint that would save the Clan?

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