01-12-2017, 11:38 PM
Ruan
He barreled on a collision course straight for the enemy. And then suddenly she was there before him, facing him and not the threat. He slammed his feet to the earth, retracting his magic with a snarl at her command, her obvious acceptance of the enemy in their home. What the hell was she doing?
He said nothing as he heaved in fury. He didn't need to. She would know as well as he where this bear had come from. No, she would know far more than he could with the use of her powerful magic.
Blue eyes flickered to the bear as he seemed to hesitate, then fall easily into her command. Ruan's eyes glowed with the power of his wrath and shot back to Reagan. Steam blew from his nostrils, rage burning through his blood. He'd never been so furious, and so hurt. It felt like a betrayal.
You KNOW where it comes from! You KNOW it is from HIM! he roared in his mind.
Then it felt like his heart broke, and he ran away from them, stumbling haphazard in any direction but there. He ignored any protests, if there were any. He needed to be away from here. Needed it. And despite his pain, he trusted her to handle this however she blessedly wished. Whether he liked it or not. So he ran. And ran. And wished he were wolf to howl his anger and suffering, to burn off this rage with a satisfying kill. Flesh and blood on his tongue, as it should be.
He couldn't kill the bastard that did this to him. And he couldn't kill his damned minion either.
He would never have closure.
He said nothing as he heaved in fury. He didn't need to. She would know as well as he where this bear had come from. No, she would know far more than he could with the use of her powerful magic.
Blue eyes flickered to the bear as he seemed to hesitate, then fall easily into her command. Ruan's eyes glowed with the power of his wrath and shot back to Reagan. Steam blew from his nostrils, rage burning through his blood. He'd never been so furious, and so hurt. It felt like a betrayal.
You KNOW where it comes from! You KNOW it is from HIM! he roared in his mind.
Then it felt like his heart broke, and he ran away from them, stumbling haphazard in any direction but there. He ignored any protests, if there were any. He needed to be away from here. Needed it. And despite his pain, he trusted her to handle this however she blessedly wished. Whether he liked it or not. So he ran. And ran. And wished he were wolf to howl his anger and suffering, to burn off this rage with a satisfying kill. Flesh and blood on his tongue, as it should be.
He couldn't kill the bastard that did this to him. And he couldn't kill his damned minion either.
He would never have closure.
