The stars, are your soul.
06-01-2013, 09:29 PM
Wounds had healed as autumn began to fade into winter. Now all that was left was scars that were mostly covered up by soft silky fur. He was normally a cool headed wolf, bit it frustrated him to no end knowing he didn't have the skill to protect Luana. She meant the world to him. He'd found her and shielded her against the cruelty of the world when it had stolen her mother from her. He'd brought her back to Lentajin and then later moved her to Ludicael with him. They were given a home and from there inseparable. The fact she'd been hurt, and then he'd almost gotten his ass kicked by that Tortugan, it was frustrating. It made him angry! And he hardly got angry. He knew what he wanted to be. He wanted to be a warrior, but he was fascinated by Marvel's ability to heal. Was it even possible to do both? He didn't know but he would surely try. He didn't want that same situation to happen twice. He refused to allow it. She was his greatest strength, but also his greatest weakness. He was normally so calm, so collected, and yet if someone even so much as looked at her wrong, he was ready to rip their face off. It was confusing. The scent of another brought him out of his thoughts. Crimson gaze traveled upwards as he looked at the landscape around him. It was night, and he couldn't even recognize where he was. Had he really gone that far without paying attention? Damn. The brute studied the landscape for a minute. Stars were out lighting the place up. Little glints of unknown objects could be seen here and there. He could only ponder what they were. The scent of another reached his nostrils and ears flicked forward curiously. The man gave out a barely audible croon of his voice, wondering if the stranger would reply, or if the scent was stale. "Speech" |