Swiftcurrent Creek The shade

He rly is I swear

As he reveals his own past he takes in her expressions. She feels for him. But if she knew the truth about the brindled brute she would spit in his face and tell him he deserved it. All the men he’s taken from their families — all the women and children he’s slaughtered. Those exact thoughts are why his eyes remain cold but his heart swells with warmth. He likes the change in heart but he doesn’t deserve it. 

But her words…her words get to him. They tug at the shards of pierced within his being — his soul. He would never be forgiven of his sins though. He’s accepted that and that acceptance has turned him into a true monstrosity. I will never change. Those are words he’s preached to many others — his wife and Leigh are only a few. 

So when she goes quiet he opens his mouth to speak but nothing combines out. Only she asks another question that causes him to still. Dull suns brighten just a tad.

“Do not apologize.” He murmurs softly, almost sweetly. “I deserved it.” His tone remains the same despite the cruel words. 

He changes the subject along with her, a more genuine smile comes to his maw at the mention of his Saints. “Yes,” He hums with a hopeful glance in her direction. “the Saints are strong right now.” Then he gives her a much more interested smile, an offer all in its own. “You said you were a wanderer? Do you wish to be a wanderer no longer? Our pack is ripe with Warriors and I’d be honored to offer a place for someone as seasoned as you.” 

His words are easygoing, allowing her to deny if she deems it so. He would not blame her. He still has to tell of the war they have coming up.