Cant take me, i'm free
10-16-2014, 01:03 AM
ooc: Hope you don't mind a furious, vengeful brother joining in ;D How many times had he wished he had been able to guard his sister better? How many times had he looked at some new scar or injury on her and think 'If I catch who did this...'? He realized that he hadn't seen Sibelle in some time and had gone to visit her. He reminded himself that she had new pups of her own to care for on top of helping Crucifix run their pack. It was really no surprise that she hadn't been able to visit since the day she had come to see his children. He had just gotten close to the Solstice borders when he heard a howl that shook him to the bone. He recognized the voice from the few times that he had met him and that tone alone struck dread into his heart. Without a second thought he took off at a full run, his large paws thundering against the ground as he raced toward Crucifix. His gray-hued form finally appeared and Falk skidded to a halt, his ice blue eyes scanning the scene. Sibelle's scent was everywhere, mixed in with someone else's. It wasn't hard to put the pieces together. Even someone with half the experience in battle that Falk had would have seen it. Falk was normally a very easy going, even tempted man, but in this moment it felt like the furry that ran through his veins was fire. It lit him up and made him blood thirsty for whoever did this to his sister. He loved Surreal and his children, but Sibelle had been in his life longer than anyone and meant more to him that possibly anyone on the planet. A deep, rattling growl formed in his chest, his hackles bristling. His gaze fixed on Crucifix and when he spoke it was it was in the form of a rasping furry that he did not realize he was capable of. This was the Armada blood running strong in his veins, the blood of warriors. "Whoever took her... I want their head." Speech Thought Others |
