Remembrance of Things Past

Drashiel was quiet as she spoke but he nodded when she mentioned they should stick together. He couldn't agree more. There was no one he'd ever really felt closer to than Roman? except maybe Lysis but they had drifted apart and now Roman was really the only steady, positive proof of his past. Drashiel shook his head. "No, I don't recall Greek?" He felt a sudden pang of jealousy as he wondered just who this Greek was and what his relationship was to Roman? and where the fuck he'd wandered off to. Wait? fossa? Drashy's head tipped to the side. "What the heck is a fossa? I don't think I've ever heard of such a beast." Though secretly he felt relieved. Whatever a fossa was it was not a wolf.


"Hmm? I see what you mean by rude for him to just wander off like that. Was he some sort of pet?" Drashiel was slowly scenting the air for anything? amiss. He did not know what a fossa smelt like but he was fairly certain he could sniff out something that unusual from the scents he equated with normalcy.


"It's been a long time since I've had to save you from a bear, Drashiel, but know this- I'd start wars for you still."


Drashiel felt his stomach tense in the sweetest of ways at her shift in tone as well as the words she spoke. There was something there between them, something more than the bonds of being half-siblings. He could feel it like electricity even if he could not bring himself to name the feeling. Emerald eyes sought her own jewel-colored gaze. Drank her in as the moved. It had been a long time, and he was far from an innocent, naive little boy. "Roman? If you asked it of me, I would give you my life. I would tear asunder any that hurt you or die trying. I would see you a Queen again! Fierce, proud and unbent. And whenever you need someone to lean against in times of trouble look no further than me."


Drashiel almost missed it, that unfamiliar scent that just passed his nose, so intent was he in gazing into the worlds in his eyes, the thought of diving right into them. "Roman? I do believe I've picked up the trail of something."

"Speech"