ardent

Keep Careful Watch of My Brother's Souls



Sigmarr

Somnium

age
2 Years
gender
Male
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0
size
Large
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64
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07-06-2014, 09:32 AM


Sigmarr was wondering out of Ebony for the first time in a good while. Not far, he didn't want to worry Katja but he needed a bit of time to recuperate from training and also to confront the ghosts that seemed to enjoy their time feasting on his heart. Svetlana had been taken by Virgil and he knew it was only a matter of time before the rest of them were to follow. It made him furious that their second mother was being so careless of their own feelings! If anything he'd expected her to rule Ebony but no? Olympus was more important than them, it was why she'd abandoned them so early anyway, to go back to her precious pack. But that was perhaps the problem of both Raisa and Virgil. Love held at a distance. It was killing them and hell? maybe they were dead already.


Sigmarr frowned. He supposed he couldn't blame Virgil as much as he'd like. After all, wasn't she suffering as much as they? What the hell had Raisa been thinking? But it was no matter. Svetlana would not stay in Olympus. She hadn't wanted to go and he would do anything it took to rescue her. That was of course if Baldur didn't beat him too it. The odd male seemed equally furious at what had happened. All the same though Sigmarr would prefer it not to end in the death of either of them. He trusted Katja to handle it.


The sound of the ocean called to him, the waves colliding with the beach. He loved it. With a soft smile he headed down to the bay waters but as he went a familiar smell tickled his nose and his ice blue eyes lifted to see a familar figure standing in the water. It couldn't be? no? the ghosts were after him again. This had happened before. Glimpses of his sister in the corner of his eyes, tickles of her smell, glimmers of voice. It wasn't real.


Except? this wolf seemed to be very much there. Sigmarr's hackles raised slightly as he approached cautiously. "Val?" His voice parted from his maw. A hopeful whisper as if a louder tone might cause her to simply vanish. Another vision to scatter before the shattered soul he'd barely managed to keep together with blood and freeing bouts of violence.

"Speech"