We Could Have Gone Sailing
09-23-2014, 11:13 PM
As if moved by some intangible force Neo returned to his pack after several days of absence. Crusted, dried blood, none of which was his, stuck to his once pristine khaki and gray colored coat. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated, as if trying to contain and relish the hurricane of emotion inside him. His tongue lulled out of his mouth as he padded over the damp ground of the bog. He had no recollection of the trip back to Arcanum, he couldn't remember the last time he stopped to rest or eat, he could only assume he hadn't. The taste of wolf blood lingered on his tongue, and knowing that in some small way it was Adravendi blood made it taste all the better. In some small part of his mind he knew it wasn't any closer to Adravendi blood than his own, and the thought rekindled the fire in his veins, reminding him that no matter how many times Cairo said he treated him the same way he would have treated his blood children, he had seen first hand that Cairo's actions overshadowed his words. He had forgotten what had started all this; but now it was clear. The Adravendi, a family of imperious, puritans that cared more about how others viewed them than how they acted, was once again his enemy. And he wallowed in the rage that threatened to all but consume him. Neo Speech Maija Speech |