Stone Circle What can break me has a name

Sven took a step back at the vitriol that spewed from his sister's mouth. She was always loud and angry, but this, this was even beyond what he was used too. Steel eyes grew wide in his head, and each word barbed and pointed at they were. Embedded themselves in his heart and soul and left slashes bloody and torn behind.

He gathered the words close to his chest and held them there. Wondering how they had failed so terribly at showing her they loved her. When they had done nothing but. Their entire family was nothing but love. Or so he had thought, but it seemed that he was very very wrong. And Sven was not ready to be this wrong about something like that.

Mouth opened and closed like fish. He looked to his brothers to Skald. Noticing the sadness that pierced the gaze of his beloved older brother and something inside him tightened and he found it hard to breathe past the lump in his throat. 

Asti. How could you? What do you? He whined. You cannot take words back remember that Asti. I don't know why you think we do not love you, but we do. If it so important to you. I will step down. You can lead behind Kristjan and Ujurak. But do not every think that I do not love you. When I love you and our brothers more than my own life.

Sven shifted. I need.

He touched his paw to his chest. Then he slowly shifted and turned away from them all. I need a break. His voice was stricken and sad and he felt flayed and beaten and like a failure. He walked away with his head low and his tail tucked.