03-27-2019, 08:20 PM
When he rose to his feet, it was to grasp Sierra by the hand and peer deep into her eyes. His own sharp, golden rims made out bronzed flecks flickering in her own. He never stopped to realize just how lovely they were, but beyond the fear that widened them, he saw someone else. Hidden deep within was a frightened, terrified girl yearning to snap the chains holding her hostage. In their reflection he saw himself standing over, a pillar of strength, not of terror trapped within the twisted trollstone.
"Wolves must roam free." He gripped her hand, "I don't know why we are the way we are, but I know what we are not." His jaw rippled with defiant clenching, but his scent was one of steadfast acceptance, of nostrils flared and roots delving deep into the soil. "We are not meant to be caged. The wolves know. You know."
"Wolves must roam free." He gripped her hand, "I don't know why we are the way we are, but I know what we are not." His jaw rippled with defiant clenching, but his scent was one of steadfast acceptance, of nostrils flared and roots delving deep into the soil. "We are not meant to be caged. The wolves know. You know."