I'LL HANG YOU HIGHER THAN BEFORE

i'll leave you lying on death's door

She'd always brought that out in him, he thought, looking at his sister while they trekked, that desire to protect and cherish that more often than not vanished in the face of any other. Janus knew the purpose of these gatherings and he was less than thrilled, but he felt he owed her it, due to his slipping in and out of Spirane as of late. There was a purpose for him somewhere, something that would fill the longing hole in his chest, but he had to find it. That's what his life had always been. Searching. The frustration of it all earned just about everybody a snap of the jaws or a warning growl, and with his temper and his stature he was a formidable guardian for the sickly girl by his side.

As they approached the gathering, Janus stuck ever closer, his inky eyes narrowing upon each and every miscreant who saw fit to plop their hides down at this party. He glanced down at the girl when she spoke. "I'm sure. There's wolves our age from all over, I think." He couldn't manage a smile, but his tones were gentle when he spoke with her, his tongue smoothing out the roughness and anger almost subconsciously. She was the one thing in this world he could come up with no reasons to hate.

Janus waited, now, glancing at each and every wolf who came, some younger and some their age. The two boys, not the one who had been introduced as Noctis, were of slight concern to him if only because of the possibility of their souls finding purchase in his sister's. Despite his amnesia, the brute of a child knew that somehow, she was all that he really had, aside from their adoptive family. He had tried to seek out the scents that plagued him and failed, yet still it had brought him closer to the truth. He supposed it was only justified that he should wait and see if answers would come to him. and find his purpose in the meantime. "Stay close to me, Aine." The words were delivered with a whisper, jaws sweeping past her ear.

ROMAN AND MORRIGAN'S LOST SON | MERCENARY FOR NONE | MARTYR FOR NONE