This thread did not turn out as we had planned at all XP It was good- 500+
Her eyes told him what he needed to know, and he was more than content with the path this night had taken. Her words were honest enough, and he hoped she was able to realize at least a fragment of the meaning. It was odd how he had managed to made the choice to trust the raven woman so quickly after so long. They had never seemed to connect properly in the past, but this was where the Lilium had failed. In the earlier days he had treated them like pieces of a chess board in a game he did not pay attention to. He had willingly sacrificed every piece of his just to wound the opponent. He had abandoned that strategy a while ago, but he still went back from time to time to wear those good old shoes where no one and nothing mattered to him. He knew who Kol Stormbringer was and where she came from. She would not be used in his games ever again, she was too valuable now. Silence settled around them in the tranquil evening, humbly requesting its own space back. Haku was more than willing to pick up his original purpose to come here, the dead child that he would never get to know. It had been a little Sadira girl, and though he felt responsibility for her grave, the deceased piece of flesh was as good as nothing to him.
He got up on all four and shook his fur casually, ignoring the little squirrel in the top of a branch. It was late, but Haku would most likely return to the borders like he always seemed to do. He was far from perfect, but actually any other words to describe his devotion in his co-rank would not have could justified with anything else. His blue gaze searched her amethyst eyes one last time before his glance turned to the dark. ”Good.” He had already spoken more than what was usual. Haku was not a man of words, and so it seemed after a certain amount of sentences he could not be bothered. It was not a conscious decision; it was just the way Haku Soul worked. He was about to walk away when he hesitated. ”If you need me, I will most likely be close to the borders.” If she had more stories to share, good or bad, he could always lend a free ear so that she could empty her little heart or whatever else. A part of him wished to spend more time in her presence, but most of him rejected that. He knew he could be weak for certain individuals if they came too close. He liked being alone. It became more and more obvious that the longer he stayed with Firefly, the weaker and more pathetic he got.
Then he was off, and as usual without a goodbye, but that was his style anyway. His paws found the way to the child’s shallow grave, and found the body missing. A trace of fox lingered in the air, and he could not do anything else but to shrug his shoulders and start his patrol. He thought he would have liked to hunt down a pretty fox fur in the future. |
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