COLD! But I'm Still Here!
07-07-2014, 12:21 AM
She just sat there. Even as he bristled and snarled and yelled. Even as he gave into the emotion inside of himself. She just sat and listened. She calmly took what he had to give. Which actually was about the best thing she could have done for him. And as some calm returned to him that's when he realized, There it was. There was the leader still alive inside of her. She was still wise. Newol was thankful to her for that. But when she spoke, she only offered him truth. And he knew she was right too. Life was hard and there was nothing for it. But she didn't stop there. No. She went on.
She went on to tell him that he would have his chance for some peace eventually. This brought a weak smile to his face. He was thankful for her words so he didn't correct her, but it seemed shed misunderstood him. He didn't want that for himself. He wanted it for all the good souls. He didn't care if he got it for himself, so long as everyone else did. But her words were kind so he took them. Not really in the mood to be picky over the details at the moment, it was still too fresh.
She seemed thoughtful for a moment, as if recalling some memory or maybe even analyzing the sorry wolf before her. The words that followed next where true enough, yes. But that wasn't good enough anymore, no. The wolves of Valhalla, the [I]real[/] Valhalla, deserved a pack. And so he would do his best to give them that... Somehow. And he questioned him. But before he could answer, she told him to chin up. Which he did, finally bringing his gaze back up to meet hers. It was any uncertain, uneasy gaze. But it was there none the less. And finally she introduced herself. When she did, Newol went wide eyed for a second as hope flooded his heart. A smile came to his face as some tension left ships shoulders. All he could do was look at her humbly for as moment and take one deep breath in. As he exhaled he knew. She really understood him. Finally he found his voice again, a little shaky, but relieved. "My name is Newol Zaraidd Adravendi." was all he felt he needed to say at that moment.
She went on to tell him that he would have his chance for some peace eventually. This brought a weak smile to his face. He was thankful for her words so he didn't correct her, but it seemed shed misunderstood him. He didn't want that for himself. He wanted it for all the good souls. He didn't care if he got it for himself, so long as everyone else did. But her words were kind so he took them. Not really in the mood to be picky over the details at the moment, it was still too fresh.
She seemed thoughtful for a moment, as if recalling some memory or maybe even analyzing the sorry wolf before her. The words that followed next where true enough, yes. But that wasn't good enough anymore, no. The wolves of Valhalla, the [I]real[/] Valhalla, deserved a pack. And so he would do his best to give them that... Somehow. And he questioned him. But before he could answer, she told him to chin up. Which he did, finally bringing his gaze back up to meet hers. It was any uncertain, uneasy gaze. But it was there none the less. And finally she introduced herself. When she did, Newol went wide eyed for a second as hope flooded his heart. A smile came to his face as some tension left ships shoulders. All he could do was look at her humbly for as moment and take one deep breath in. As he exhaled he knew. She really understood him. Finally he found his voice again, a little shaky, but relieved. "My name is Newol Zaraidd Adravendi." was all he felt he needed to say at that moment.