so woe is me; it all falls apart, you see

Saul Stormbringer · 03-26-2012, 02:03 PM

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-chews on a lili-butt- <3

She fit comfortably into his arms and Saul was pleased when her racking sobs began to quieten. His hand moved in hard circles on her back, soothing and also drying small patches of her fur, an unintentional side effect of the friction of his fur on hers. She would need something more substantial to dry her off, but for now, the heat of his own body and the dryness of the room they were in would have to be enough. Her sobbing reduced, Saul was able to make at least a little bit of sense out of her. Her arm remained outstretched from her previous words and critical eyes were quite to examine the outstretched appendage and with a gasp, he made to bring her arm closer. Cuts raked up her arm, healing and scabby, but noticeable none the less. Eyebrows furrowed in concern for his cousin, even though he could see that she was safe and sound, that none of her wounds were infected. He looked at her arm, assessing the damage, noting the large cut that had already accumulated scar tissue around the edge.

"How did you get the cuts?" He asked, voice firm as he looked across at her caribbean blue eyes. If she didn't want to tell him, she was well within her rights not to, but for the moment he was trying to find out as much as he could about what had happened to her. These cuts looked to be a few weeks old, but he didn't know where she'd been a few weeks ago. He felt her body expand as she took a deep breath, steadying the hiccuping shakes of her body before she spoke. It didn't make much more sense to him than the previous words, but he had to try and figure out what was upsetting her so much. He gave her body a soft squeeze as she admitted to whatever it was that was upsetting her so much. He didn't understand a lot of what she'd said, but these last words made him realise that she thought she'd failed. Green eyes were sympathetic as he looked down at her, cream paws moving to attempt to brush the drenched hair away from her face, a tender gesture meant for comfort.

"Do you want to carry this legacy?" He asked seriously, knowing that her answer would be a turning point in this encounter. If she did want the legacy, he assumed it would be the legacy of the cult of Azathoth that she'd mentioned, then there wasn't much he could do to help her, other than attempt to help her get over it. If she didn't want the claim, then he would have to try and convince her that the fault was with whomever had 'shunned' her. Saul thought that all of this was interlinked, her mother, the cuts on her arms, the pitiful state she was in now. With a soft sight, Saul waited for her answer, hoping he would be able to help her.

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