11-10-2018, 06:40 PM
the taigan
It was so hard to fight it, especially when he wanted so badly to let it loose, to let himself get lost in it. He'd already frightened Lilitha's little girl, and he hated himself for it. Soldat was growing used to his sudden mood changes when he gets rigid and harsh. He hated that too. His breath came shallow as he fought to get it under control again.
He focused on her voice, trying to allow it to soothe him. It felt like his hackles were raised and his fangs were bared but he was not a wolf, not a wolf. No longer.
Six years.
He and Bright, Polaris, Soldat had been gone six years.
His chest heaved with a harsh breath and he shook out the tension along his spine. Then sighed. An apology sat in his eyes when he looked at her again, and god, how she must think him insane now, so changed. He'd find a way through it. When he could.
"A few days for me," he said quietly, looking away. He'd frozen his baby girl with him for six damn years. His magic still wanted to fight like hell. He still wanted to fight like hell. And he would. His eyes turned sharp once more, his voice growling at the negative possibilities in his next question, knowing well how most of the world operated.
"Who claims ownership of the People and Taiga?"
They all craved power and royalty, elevated statuses.
Such a system did not belong in the Taiga he'd helped care for.
And since she'd been here, it was more likely that Taiga would not have changed enough to allow it. Lilitha would not allow someone unworthy to rule over her. She would never roll belly up as others had.
