You Were My Conscience...
04-03-2013, 07:28 AM
~*~ Gargoyle looked up, rather more in relief than surprise when the mother wolf came barreling in; So worried and grateful, and probably furious with her pup - who she quickly tried to herd away. Gargoyle looked over at Ocena, sending her a knowing glance. "We're helping them." it said clearly, or at least clearly to her. As Gargoyle's eyes lingered on his mate, his ears took in the words of the mother. She was obviously living the dangerous life of a loner - probably a single mother. Gargoyle intended to open up Glaciem's borders to them. He'd be happy to give them a safe haven, after all that was what Crusade founded the pack to be. But then Gargoyle turned, and he got a good look at her. It couldn't be... She seemed to appear straight from out of the memories he'd tried so hard to stash away and forget. The compound where the mob lived and killed and argued - the division set apart for him and the wolves under his command - the slaves... So many of them had passed under his notice, but this fae had markings like none other. How many other wolves could there be with yellow fur and intricate black leg swirls? So often he'd caught her master raging at her. Once or twice he'd drawn the male away with orders. But back then Gargoyle hadn't had a heart. He hadn't really cared. Didn't even know her name. She was just one of the weak. But when he'd turned she'd become one the faces, one of the many, many faces that haunted his every waking moment. For so long... Even now it was like seeing something come to life out of a dream. It wasn't possible.... He stared at her in silence, dreading the moment when her eyes would rise and he'd find out if he was right or wrong. "It can't be..." ~*~ ~Don't want to let you down, but I am H.e.l.l.b.o.u.n.d.~ |
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