Don't get your hair caught in the propellor
11-11-2014, 10:11 PM
The rest of the pack would file in, but he paid no mind. He listened as his Queen spoke, memorizing each word, though not reacting once. His gaze would lift at the mentioning of him and his brother, but immediately his gaze would fall again. He sat silently, slumped over, eyes trained on the ground. The Queen spoke of a woman, one that apparently needed to be punished. Ideas of revenge would be spouted from the pack. Briefly it would capture his attention. Revenge. She needed to pay for wronging the silver queen. Someone needed to pay for the death of his mother. But who? Brows would furrow in silent contemplation. Revenge. Some one would pay. Someone killed his mother, someone needed to pay. And someone would pay. His verdant gaze narrowed to slits, glaring at the ground. He had reached a turning point on his short life and yet he didn't realize it. Speech, |
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