and woven into shapes too bleak for dreams.
He would disagree with all of her thoughts, if he could read minds. But of course, he can’t, so perhaps it works in her favor. Though really, he wouldn’t sit here and argue points anyway, because he honestly doesn’t care that much. He doesn’t care if anyone thinks he’s a brute. Fighting is simply fun, it’s a chance to stretch his muscle and move and a chance to play with the darkness that rules his veins. He’s grown used to the fact that darkness is misunderstood, that it is feared because it is simply unknown. He’s grown used to the fact that perhaps his wolves are cliché, but really, if you asked Rhonan to tell you what that even meant, he probably couldn’t. Not that he’s stupid, but rather that living in apathy works out pretty well for him.
Like now, when he nearly just ignores the mare standing on the border, grazing at the Valley grass and smelling horribly like the Dale. Not that he dislikes the Dale. Again, he just doesn’t care. He only ever picked the Valley as a home for all the shadows, but when you’ve seen the end of the world and voted someone away to be tortured, there are few other places for you to go live. Noah, however, creeps into the corner of his vision as Rhonan’s about to slip past, giving him that disappointed glare that Rhonan has grown so used to.
Damn. He rolls his eyes toward the ghost of his friend and turns course. He’s all black today, like he usually his, wearing the shadows like a second skin. He’s gotten particularly good at this one, and he’s be surprised if anyone actually noticed that he wasn’t simply a black horse. The shadows ripple and move like his coat should over his muscles, and even look like they are made of individual pieces of hair. He’s been practicing this one for a while, because he really hates being pretty pretty princess colored.
“Can I help you?” he asks, obviously not knowing why she’s here. But then again, he’s not the one that captured her, and even he would assume a captive would have been greeted by their captor by now.
rhonan.
dark wolf of the valley
