A Ghost in Wolf's Clothing
07-04-2014, 02:43 AM
Suddenly a voice broke through the still silence and Falk's ears twitched at the noise. The words were not at all friendly, nor quite addressing him directly. He would lift his gaze from the ice to the form that the voice was coming from and immediately he would be taken aback. It couldn't be... But it had to be didn't it? He remembered the day of Turig's maim, the pale form that was walking off in the distace just as he arrived. What other albino man would be stalking around the north? Falk peered at him with a mix of curiosity and anxiety, turning to face him as he spoke. "You're Isardis... Aren't you? You probably have no idea who I am... But why would you? How in the world would you keep track of every son you sired?" His deep, bass toned voice did not hold any venom, though he almost wished it to. Taurig had been his only friend here at one point, along with Sibelle, and after what the palid male did to his dear brother Falk found it hard to look at him with any respect. Speech Thought Others |
