If I Had A Heart...

Summer's heat beamed furociously down upon the majority of Alacritis, but this far north the air was still cool and snow still cloaked the ground. The marble wash stretched out before the young man as cold peridot eyes gazed intently at the veins of color that twisted and ebbed their way through the stone. He was in a sour mood. Darkness tugged and twisted at his brain as his maw wrinkled in anger. Sal'krie? his best friend? had abandoned him. Tossed him out like trash just as his mother had. The fury had long since eaten away at his insides until he simply felt cold and hollow. Things had been looking up. He'd finally gained the recognition of the alpha, even if he hadn't gained that of his father's though it was hard to tell. He was now an Overseer of Glaciem. And he fully intended to direct the ambitions of his peers to the future of the pack.


But for now he needed a moment to compose himself. He'd been working on letting her go but she'd dug her way so deep in his heart that when he'd ripped her from himself it'd left a terrible scar. It burned. Drashiel sighed deeply allowing his limbs to relax for a moment before he took to his paws.


"Speech"