I Wanna Be a Rockstar!
05-26-2013, 02:31 PM
dying on a train, No more destination, No more pain He said, "One thing before I graduate:" Eria?s reactions to Crusade?s story was surprising. Even powerful. Crusade shifted her head so her good eye could better see the girl. She was upset. Something Crusade had said, or something the words had triggered had unsettled the young thing. Crusade didn?t ask. She remained laying, though a little more stiffly now, and watched Eria wipe her eyes. The girl would talk when she was ready. Sure enough, after a quick apology? out came the story. One always hears about the vetrans that have gone cold and grim. How stuff like this never phases them anymore, because they?ve learned how to detach themselves. Well turns out it doesn?t work like that for everyone. Crusade had seen some pretty bad things in her time and heard about plenty of others, but it still irked her. Her neck fur still rose, her blood still started boiling, her claws still started itching. But it was pointless. Just one of the many instincts left over from her warrior years. She was too old to be fighting anymore. These weren?t her fighting days, these were her days of sunset-watching and baby sitting and telling stories to her kids and grandkids. But she?d lost her best friend around a month ago. Tradegies had a fresh route to her heart, however strong that sucker might be. When Eria unfolded her tale of rogues and family and slaughter. Crusade?s ears flattened back against her skull. By universal law, the first thing to say in all these situations was ?I?m sorry?, but Crusade had always hated having to say those words. Often, there was nothing better to say, but then, Crusade had been around the bush for quite some time. "It's always the best that go first," she said quietly. "And it never gets easier. Best thing you can do? Enjoy whatever time you're given with whoever seems the most worth it." Crusade gave a weary shake of her head ?Which is what I've tried to do. Oh we number around two dozen now. I don?t keep track of every acceptance, I?m not the Chief anymore, but yes, I?m still quite proud of what it?s become, and what it?s remained through all these times. There?s a lot of good wolves there,? her green-gold eye flickered curiously up to Eria?s blues. ?And we?re always happy to welcome another.? |