My Heart Will Go On

He looked to her and sat down upon his haunches, giving a small heave as vapor escaped from his nostrils. The sounds of crows and buzzards outside caused him to open his gold eyes, showing seriousness as some monotone effects occurred when he looked to her. His ebony nose was cold due to the wet and frigid atmosphere that surround him, his bushy hide keeping him warm from the temperatures of Fall that were right outside the ship's doors. He met her silver eyes, his facial expression still monotone as he talked to her.

"I am nothing but a mere traveler who pays no heed to a weary passerby. Unlike you, who shows kindness to everyone she meets, I have been used as I watched my own family be slaughtered by my older brother. But, I had to kill him to save myself. I may seem like a killer, but, never judge a book by its cover," he would turn his back upon her, closing his eyes as he hung his head low slightly. It was rare for him to feel sadness, but when he explained to the dame that was a couple inches from him, memories came back of his family collapsed to the ground, blood staining the foliage, and his brother standing over them with a blood-stained muzzle. Everything was just...hard upon him as he blocked out the cries and screams that stayed locked within his mind.