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we'll be the lionhearted — Larkcall Lowlands 
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Cyril Kael-Santoro

Even Cyril felt as though the trek toward the trees happened to fast. This was it—he was leaving the north. Most likely for good, as there was nothing left for him in the tundra. The monadnock was like a giant tombstone, a painful reminded of what had happened to his father. His knight. There was nothing left for them—not in the lowlands. Not even an annoying silver-eyed bug could keep Cyril rooted to the lands that birthed him. He had to go with his mother. Be there for her. And accompany Adeltra home.

His frown tightened, worry lines creasing his dark forehead.

He barely felt the girl’s nose against his cheek. He almost wouldn’t have believed it happened unless he saw her pointed nose connecting with his chocolate fur. His tongue remained stiff and dry between his teeth. Even if he wanted to speak there was nothing for him to say. Words caught in the back of his throat, unable to spill off his tongue. Bug did that for him. His nose turned toward her, yellow eyes still narrowed as he studied her sad expression. Don’t forget about me, okay? He gave a half nod, his expression not changing, before pressing his nose to her forehead. It would be near impossible to forget a wolf as annoying as Bug, that was for sure. Without a word Cyril turned away, retreating into the tree line toward his mother…

Fade, thread complete.

(This post was last modified: Dec 06, 2017, 06:19 AM by Cyril.)