otherwise they would not be worshipped

Derg · January 08, 2019, 03:33 PM

His brows furrowed at the foreign language but assumed that the next words were the same; just in the correct language.
Did it make him an objective fool?
He offers a soft grin to his words and cast another look around himself. Indeed, it would serve a grand place to call home. Did he leave the rancid, forested pack?
"I'm sure those," he said with a gesture to save himself from hearing his voice, "would prove as great as here." His ears cupped, he hadn't missed the sincerity. The Fondness of a place only just new to the man. A passion and seeking; perhaps he'd strode out for his own pack.

"I'm looking for a pack, somewhere for the winter." Damn him, Grezig had torn up his remaining, stone heart. He'd damn himself until the day he returned to Grezig and forever more. For being useless as others around her. No doubt she'd expected more, better.
It was done now, he wouldn't return to her until spring. If she kept that long. A soft shadow of horror passed over his face; not wanting to begin thinking of how his sister could be damned.
"So you deem this place to be home, not those woods?" His hazel gaze studied the reaction for guilt, like his own. Or a pride of breaking from a place that had tied him for so long. Like himself leaving his homelands.

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