another madman done struck again.

Reaper Hallow · 11-25-2011, 09:26 AM

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We can probably wrap this up here. :3 I need to get Reaper dropped.

The wolf took a step backwards as the big wolf rumbled a growl, staring at his brother in disbelief, horror slowly dawning over him. Reaper would not be able to take his son from the big wolf -- he would die trying. Bastion would not allow Enigma to come home with his father, and Reaper had lost the only piece of Penance that remained alive anymore. His ears folded nearly flat against his skull, and he realized the yellow cowardice within himself. A stronger wolf would have thrown himself at both wolves and died for his son, and part of Reaper wanted desperately to do just that. Dying meant pain, however, and the wolf was not certain he wished to entertain such a terrible fate.

With that, Bastion turned from him, and Reaper stood there dumbly, watching as the gray wolf who'd replaced him stepped forward. He murmured something Reaper did not even understand, though it was not for lack of clarity on Janos's part, merely Reaper's shock. The cloud-colored wolf took a few more steps backward, shooting a glance at the mare. He took his pack from behind him slowly, laying it on the ground and spilling the contents so the gray wolf would not think he was pulling a weapon -- his knife was secured in it's own pocket, not spilling with the remainder of his stuff. The man remained low to the ground in submission, setting forth the tiara and the two necklaces.

The male crawled forward toward the gray wolf, stopping a respectful distance away from him and setting the three items on the ground. He looked up with pleading green eyes toward the man, pointing from one item to the next. For Bastion. For Twilight. For your son -- from his mother, he said, choosing the words carefully. That said, he scuttled backward, scooping the remainder of his things into his pack.

Oh, he would run away, all right -- he'd never come back here and bother his damned brother again. He'd been replaced, after all, and he was not worth so much as the gray wolf's toe to now. Bastion would never care for him again, and Penance was dead. A whimper rose from his throat even as he stuffed the last of his things into his pack, moving away from Dusk and the pieces of his old life.

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