07-19-2009, 12:12 PM
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Zack let out a strained, low chuckle as his sister began hugging him. He hugged back, oblivious to whatever was going on around him. As charming and smooth talking as he usually was, Zack suddenly felt tongue tied and awkward. But he didn't care. It was Svara, his sister, one of his only relatives that actually loved him and who he loved back. His chuckle grew into a flat out hysteric laugh as she kissed him. Zack did not do anything but kiss back, and squeal for joy.
He brought his face away from hers, sighed, and his deep, bass voice echoed across the territory. "Oh, Svara! Tell me. How have things been? Is this your pack? Your land?" Zack was excited for his sister. If this was her pack, maybe she wasn't as sad as she once was. Happy, maybe. Perhaps she had friends and lovers. A deep grin was marred into his light features, as he spoke again, this time softer. "I see you have scars... on your eyes. What bastard did that to you?" Zack replied, wondering who did do it to his sister. "Is Father alive?" Lowering his voice, Zack added, "What about mother?" He did not care that he was asking all of these questions; he was just excited to be with his sister again.
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