Own (Arcanum)
10-06-2014, 11:12 PM
Nose twitched slightly; he knew Arcanum had been over thrown forever ago, but he was recently reminded by the stench of Zaria's mother that it wasn't only just her. She had her pack back. Caeto would stop far from the border, closing his eyes trying to remember Zaria as more than a memory. He would take a breath wishing she were still here, that when Cataleya came to his call, it would be Zaria instead. Or that she would tell him that she was resting inside the pack. Not even a thought of if he were even welcome here would cross his mind. If Cataleya even knew who he was on first sight. He felt like he owed something, owed Zaria a service to her old home. The one she didn't see fall, but instead fell around her. It was now or never. His vocals would ring through a new Arcanum. Walk "Talk" Think |
