"With my speechless calm eyes."
He cannot help but to smile, looking at her with a soft look upon his features, as he shakes his head slightly. ”I already passed the test” he replies, bringing his nose towards his right chest to lightly trail his muzzle across his scar. ”This scar is the prove of it. All the brothers that have been initiated to the brotherhood carry their own scar.” Offspring’s was just below his eye, and both Hurricane and Patchouli carried theirs elsewhere on their body. Brynmor’s scar had thick white lines and was located on the right side of his chest, expanding towards his shoulder.
As he takes a deep breath he let the thought of the werewolf slip away, knowing that it had only been his imagination and Missy’s twisted and sick games. And more importantly, that he had left them far behind in the past. He had a new life now, a better one, and a future too. Brynmor had already climbed the ranks of the peace caste, and he was determined to do so with the other caste as well, so he was able to contribute to his home the best he could. With his new rank the invisibility had come too, but the graying male had yet to master this new gift.
Her words pull him out of his thoughts and Brynmor can only offer her an apologetic smile. ”I’m sorry, what did you say? I didn’t quite catch it.” He cannot help it but to look a little goofy, like always happened if he got lost in thoughts.
"Nothing is coming to rise."