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Gentle doesn't mean weak
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Ooc — Danni
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In the darkened forest shadows. Boy of surf and sand, watched from his hidden spot. Golden eyes angry and unsure. Now yellowing from wounds healing. His ribs still tender to touch.
Anselm was nearby. Etienne was glad he came back, but didn't know why he had. He always said Etienne was better off. That he was better off. And guilt; crushing, crushing guilt. He had come here. He had been unable to fight back. He had forced the mountain mans hand. It was all him.
Desperation clung to him. As he refused meals. Stalked the outer rims of the pack lands with feverish intent. He would keep Druid alive. He would help Heda. But every black witch voodoo that he knew, he cursed everything that was Glaukos.
He no longer answered questions in common. He spoke haitian creole or not at all. There was a bending of spirit, but it hadn't broken yet. He felt the shackles upon his paws, his throat even if they were not there. They hung heavily and cruelly keeping him in place.
Anselm was nearby. Etienne was glad he came back, but didn't know why he had. He always said Etienne was better off. That he was better off. And guilt; crushing, crushing guilt. He had come here. He had been unable to fight back. He had forced the mountain mans hand. It was all him.
Desperation clung to him. As he refused meals. Stalked the outer rims of the pack lands with feverish intent. He would keep Druid alive. He would help Heda. But every black witch voodoo that he knew, he cursed everything that was Glaukos.
He no longer answered questions in common. He spoke haitian creole or not at all. There was a bending of spirit, but it hadn't broken yet. He felt the shackles upon his paws, his throat even if they were not there. They hung heavily and cruelly keeping him in place.
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