07-08-2010, 08:27 PM
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Her reaction revealed her horror at this knowledge. Jael couldn’t understand, for he hadn’t been there for her, and he could only guess at the meaning behind it. Confusion drew on his features, remaining where he was without speaking a word as he watched his sister take in the information. Her words were broken, desiring to disbelieve while speaking in a voice that barely escaped her lungs. His face changed, anger growing as realization sparked into life. “You know him,” he said, voice low. His rage was not meant for Halo—it was not directed toward his remaining sibling. “What has he done to you?” he asked, desiring to know, desiring to hate if Halo was to feel this way about the man that could possibly be her father. It was not rage for the act that’d been committed, but horror at the identity of the man Jael had spoken of that seemed to have made her feel this way. He wanted to move, yet he couldn’t—it’d been too long since they’d last seen each other and they’d drifted too far apart for such displays. A barrier remained between them, even if he’d come all this way for the sole purpose of breaking it down. Muzzle wrinkled, the tips of his fangs showed even after speech faded as fire burned within the inferno of his eyes. |