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*Vicktor* · Dec 05 2015, 12:21 AM

With gentle words she spoke to her two dears. Teaching them that laughing at pain of others is something one must never do. No matter how much you dislike them. That those tears and twangs felt deep within his own chest was guilt. Before Vicktor would clear his wet eyes she was giving them both a kiss. Telling them that she needed to speak with Vazi, alone.

Though she had pure intentions, wanting to know what ailed the red stag so. Vicktor, did not care for this turn of events. Especially when she began to tell them to run along. That she loved then so much. This sounded as if she was giving her final good-bye!? Though with the quick turn of events of her slipping into the darkness with Vazi, it could be very much so. Panic soon took the young cub. Before he knew it he was rushing closer to the shadows, only to realize. They were both gone, almost as if they had never been there.

Vicktor was so angry, why had he let her go? Why didn't he grab hold of her, refuse to let go. Act like the child he very much was, regardless of his size!? Staring over to Ambrus, he would help his eagle brother. Follow him to the edge of a group called 'The Bonebound'. Only to say goodbye, in search for Clover.

[exit]

"Speech"

"Thought"

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