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Posted by Sarge on 9/9/2008, 4:34 am, in reply to "-sorrow-"
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Sarge said nothing as Redd spoke, for he would not interrupt her tale for something so petty as whatever comments he might interject. He simply listened, his expression shifting ever so subtly from time to time from its overall sympathy to reflect varying parts of the history she spoke of.
His chocolate eyes swept over the ground before her as she spoke of the young buried here, and that simple statement suddenly made her earlier comment clear. No, this was not a place of laughter, but a place of reflection and rememberance...a burial ground...and Sarge mentally offered a silent prayer for the souls of those who now rested within this hallowed ground.
The german shepherd's expression tightened as the wolf before him spoke of the murder of her children at the teeth of her lover, unable to comprehend the horror of the loss she must of felt...but the betrayal, that he could understand. He well knew the despair that could accompany such, and bore no judgement upon her for considering to end her walk upon this earth.
It did not take him a terrible leap in logic to assume that the name of her lover was Toric, though perhaps the assumption would not have been so simple had she not included 'as well' in her statement and the mention of the similiar breed. Of course, his assumption could very well be incorrect...but for the purposes of this story, it seemed prudent to assume names of the players where he could, and given that she was providing him a condensed version of a complicated tale, it seemed unlikely she would clutter it with unneccessary characters.
It was surprise and disbelief that slightly widened his eyes when the wolf spoke of the return of her mate, for though he had never borne children of his own, he could hardly comprehend how one could resume a life with the murderer of one's offspring. Yet clearly Redd had...perhaps a wolf's heart was more resilient than his own.
He listened as the old wolf spoke of the change that overtook Lestat, the darkness that took over, and continued to speak of his death. He could only assume in her sorrow that Redd was using rather dramatic terms, and that death was a metaphor for something...perhaps the death of the heart or soul, or maybe something pack-related, for clearly Lestat could not have murdered his brother if Toric remained to wish to return Lestat to life. Sarge well knew death to be a far more permanent state. Still, it did not change much regarding Redd's story, for by the end, the german shepherd had come to the conclusion that Lestat was but a minor footnote in a tale that related the death of a far more significant victim.
The death of trust.
Sarge was silent for several moments after Redd finished her story, allowing the old wolf to collect herself, recognizing that she was attempting to swallow back her tears and giving her the time to do so. When he finally spoke, it was to ask but one question, one that he was curious to find the answer to from almost the beginning of her tale.
"And why did you give your Toric so many chances?" Surely, the answer was not simply youth. In Sarge's experience, those who trod such a dark path could never be redeemed, and to him it sounded like this Lestat was quite a danger. But so did this Toric, given he had destroyed his own children. However, Sarge's opinions would provide no aid to the distraught wolf, so he did not offer them, seeking clarification to her tale in the answer she might provide to his question.
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