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Levent Kartal · 12-01-2011, 01:03 AM

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Aaaand his creeper side comes out. 8D

A goal. Levent paused before he’d brought a sliver of meat to his lips, and slowly lowered his paw back to the table. He was uncharacteristically silent, his face devoid of the smiles and light emotion that played constantly across it. Noticing the change in his friend’s demeanor, Wilson let out a quiet, worried mew and pressed against his side, but the wolf didn’t seem to notice.

A goal. He had always been a modest man, wanting to screw around and have fun rather than attain some high position of power. He liked doing his job, and he liked the perks that came with it. He liked being able to be with his best friend and meet all the interesting characters throughout the trading routes and cities. He didn’t aspire to be anything or command anyone.

His mind flashed back to Algiers, to that dark night, in a panic and desperate to find medication for the injured cat. He remembered the things he saw, heard the voice of that luperci ringing in his ears as he learned the truth about the world, about the balance between life and death. He remembered vomiting, he remembered his heart laboring, he remembered waking and listening for days to the healer who’d poisoned then saved him.

Yes, Levent Kartal had a goal, but it was one he doubted even Amy could help him with.

The male quickly offered a smile, though this one was smaller than the others and accompanied by a quiet, unassuming tone. “I want nothing wordly,” he said, and rolled his shoulders in a shrug. “In following our dreams, we sometimes chase what we cannot have, hope to speak with what we will never see. Fairies. Dead loved ones.”

Demons.

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