guilt

[Conor Soul]

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       There was only so much he could do for the other, and while he had wished it could have ended differently, Larkspur sealed the deal on his own. It wouldn’t have been so crushing if the other had not included words of praise for Haku. The man had been insane and tried to steer the pack into certain doom. His hands had been freshly red and weeping with the blood of the innocent. Larkspur was welcome to disagree all he wished with Conor’s way of leading this pack, but he had stretched it too far and Conor no longer knew patience. Strong, as well as weak, seemed to hold different meanings within different creatures. Larkspur was corrupt and mad as well if he believed in Haku’s cruel ways. The fact that he admitted this openly right into Conor’s face caused a spark of mad rage to flare within the golden yearling.

       
Waiting for a real leader? He could save himself the trouble. ”Not anymore,” he sneered, finally revealing sharp fangs several shades lighter than Larkspur’s yellowing set. Here was proof that age did not attract wisdom to an individual. ”Get out.” The Dahlian leader spat the words with cruel disgust turning his voice into dark and dangerous. Their meaning should be obvious enough. Hackles rose and there was no longer any point in trying to keep this civil. Larkspur would be wise to leave the lands quietly.

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