and the world turns around

Heath morte dre Soul · 03-27-2010, 03:08 PM

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ohh yeah...

How else should it be? Heath wanted to know what their relationship should be like, if it was not this. They should have killed him when the rage and anger was still so heated and raw. He regretted what happened that day, all the regrets equaling the still-breathing beast that stood before him. No, the thoughts did not make his blood boil as it did before. Heath was more moved by the idea of the male walking through the territory and coming closer to those he cared for, then the shadows of the past they shared.

Heath was weighed by the thoughts of Miriette, his dark furred sister passing before his mind’s eye. No, Heath wouldn’t assume that Jefferson would be so bold as to hold her there. It was obvious that he had not given her a single reason to stay, for she left without a word. But the black armed man still wouldn’t be believing those claims entirely, his trust for the other wolf going as far as Heath throw him. If he had not wished for to stay, or pushed the young female to do so why was he surprised in her departure? Heath wondered in silence, eyes nothing more then hard amber.

The answer that came to Heath’s question was something that he could barely listen to. He did, needing to know what it was that Jefferson desired from him. The words touched his mind, and then fell away like dried dead leaves. Perhaps it was his voice that brought Heath so much indifference, and made him wish for solitude and the screeching scream of a dieing rabbit. Both would be more satisfying. But Heath could not believe him, couldn’t take what he had known as the image of his father and place upon it those passive words that told Heath to trust him. Trust that he did not want to hurt him again, to hurt those he loved. He was not a young whelp, and his desire to know and to have a father was no longer present. The coy-wolf had lived without one, and then lived as a loner long enough to adjust to being without the parents that he had needed.

”I have nothing to gain from you, as I owe you nothing.” Not a further glimpse of his life, not his time or respect. Peace, forgiveness. None of it would pass between the two canines, relatives by blood alone and barely that. Heath inhaled, the mare beside him sensing the change in his composure and raising her head. “Its time you left. Perhaps I will ask the King to visit and you two can speak of an alliance.” It was far from a guarantee, and if his true intension was to gain knowledge of he lands Heath was the wrong wolf to have stumbled upon.

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