<b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#222218;"> Lachesis wasn’t the type of wolf to get angry or hold grudges. Like Anastasia, the pale yearling struggled to find the best in every wolf he met – aside from those who immediately rubbed him the wrong way, like Reaper had. He desperately wanted those around him to be happy, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness. That was all that mattered to the deer-legged boy; he was more concerned of others than himself. Which was precisely why he wasn’t angry at Capella for disappearing. She had given him a valid reason as why she had left, without a word, and the boy didn’t see any point in holding it against her. He had left as well, and had not been there for her when she returned. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#222218;">“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for your return,” he spoke suddenly, allowing his thoughts to spill off his tongue as he met her sunflower-yellow gaze. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#222218;">“Anastasia and I… we just couldn’t be there anymore. It was no longer a home for us – things fell apart after…” He paused, not wanting to speak his former leader’s name aloud. He had worked so hard to put the past behind him and move forward with his life… <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#222218;">“I’m just glad you’re okay. I was so worried… I still worry. About you, and Karpos…” More painful memories started to resurface, clawing their way into his mind and consuming him. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#222218;">“Are you happy there?” He asked suddenly, unable to stop the words from sliding past his lips. |
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