02-17-2012, 10:12 PM
Two days ago, the leader had made some announcements. Since that day, the brief meeting with Ayasha had been eating at him, sending guilt coursing through him. He hadn't pressed the pallid female for Liam's whereabouts, in fact, he'd practically forbidden her to tell him. He hadn't treated her coldly, but given her a gift of the quartz he'd traded for. He'd walked away, telling her to take care of herself, and of Liam. Though he had a hard time speaking the boy's name, he'd almost acted like family towards her. His guilty mind demanded he confess his crimes and receive penance for his crime.
He had knocked on her door, but as Thomas walked by, he called out he'd seen the Capitana walking the borders. The pale scholar had thanked the male, and begun his way to the borders, dreading every step. She wasn't there when he arrived, so he let out a howl requesting her. It wasn't an urgent howl, just a come when you can kind of howl. He waited, turning his mismatched gaze on the tree. In one of the lower branches, a butterfly adorned the trunk. Tal's blood ran cold, and he found himself hoisting his body into the tree so he could see it better. The letters L and A entwined next to the butterfly, and the male pulled out a carving knife and began slowly and carefully carving the offending initials out of the tree.
He lowered himself down, feeling more steady on solid ground. The pocket knife clicked shut with a satisfying metallic sound, and it returned to his pocket. He resumed his calm wait, studying the border tree and it's decorations. It seemed like so many more had passed through than he had known, and he admired the work of art the tree was. He was proud of the pack, proud of him place in it, though he was unsure of what his place would be after this conversation.
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He had knocked on her door, but as Thomas walked by, he called out he'd seen the Capitana walking the borders. The pale scholar had thanked the male, and begun his way to the borders, dreading every step. She wasn't there when he arrived, so he let out a howl requesting her. It wasn't an urgent howl, just a come when you can kind of howl. He waited, turning his mismatched gaze on the tree. In one of the lower branches, a butterfly adorned the trunk. Tal's blood ran cold, and he found himself hoisting his body into the tree so he could see it better. The letters L and A entwined next to the butterfly, and the male pulled out a carving knife and began slowly and carefully carving the offending initials out of the tree.
He lowered himself down, feeling more steady on solid ground. The pocket knife clicked shut with a satisfying metallic sound, and it returned to his pocket. He resumed his calm wait, studying the border tree and it's decorations. It seemed like so many more had passed through than he had known, and he admired the work of art the tree was. He was proud of the pack, proud of him place in it, though he was unsure of what his place would be after this conversation.
((WC:328))