on stranger tides

Loviere Dinabalo · 10-02-2011, 12:21 AM

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He stared at a skull thoughtfully, eyes locked on the black sockets of the bone. It was like he could feel the emptiness where the spirit had once lived. He set it down gently, sadness filling his eyes. The glee with which he had felt upon discovering the skulls quickly disappeared when he realized that they seemed to be put on show. Like trophies. The spirit was gone, but in a way, he thought, disrespect of the bone was disrespect of the life that had lived inside of it. He felt suddenly guilty - he had treated the skulls like toys.

Had he not heard the advance of the golden wolf, Loviere would have gladly taken the skull to put in a more respectful place. He spun to face the aggressor. White hair stood on end, golden eyes widened in shock as the wolf came for him. This was the second time on this journey that he had encountered violence. Wounds from his last encounter were still wet with puss, and the bad leg was sore. Loviere braced himself, leaning to his left to take the maximum amount of weight off of the twisted limb. His young muscles coiled as a review of defensive techniques flashed through his mind's eye. In his lesson with Alyssum, they had focused mainly on battle with his knife, not his claws and teeth.

"Stop! Let us talk." It was clear in his eyes that this angry wolf did not wish to speak, Loviere thought. The young man attempted to harness his fear, but found himself trembling before the opponent. He backed up quickly, teeth bared. He was usually one for submission, but this attack was seemingly uncalled for.

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