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Oct. 27th, 2007 12:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaFrost wanted to go back, he knew he should go back, but… something would not let him.
Leaping across the ground, Frost found that more and more, he was unable to think clearly. It was like being Jackie Frost again, but different. Frost was not entirely himself, he had never been an animal, but now he was.
He knew, something had happened back at Maeve’s house. There had been blood, and the dogs had come in, and the demifey… and Doyle. Doyle and Meredith. Frost needed to go back…
But there was a reason to go forward as well. An important one. Frost slipped past humans as if they weren’t there. None of them could see him. Well, almost none, a few caught sight of him out of the corner of their eyes but when they turned to look he wasn’t there. They were not what he was looking for, not quite. Frost had to find…
He had to find a Hero. That was it.
If Frost was still sidhe he would be doing what Merry called ‘pouting’. As it was Frost shook his head, his antlers seeming to cut through the air. It was odd being in this form, the form of an animal. Frost felt silent and unheard, quieter then he had felt since he was hoarfrost. Even hoarfrost crackled as it formed on windows.
But Frost was in this form for a reason, he needed to find a…
Frost snorted, stamping his foot and pawing at the ground, and realized that he could scent the goddess. He was being used, he knew, used by the Goddess for her urges. She needed to find a Hero for her people, and Merry could not play that role.
Tossing his head again Frost sent a arrogant look around, hoping the goddess got the message. He would do as she wanted.
But Frost would do it on his own terms, and he would return to Merry eventually.
He knew, something had happened back at Maeve’s house. There had been blood, and the dogs had come in, and the demifey… and Doyle. Doyle and Meredith. Frost needed to go back…
But there was a reason to go forward as well. An important one. Frost slipped past humans as if they weren’t there. None of them could see him. Well, almost none, a few caught sight of him out of the corner of their eyes but when they turned to look he wasn’t there. They were not what he was looking for, not quite. Frost had to find…
He had to find a Hero. That was it.
If Frost was still sidhe he would be doing what Merry called ‘pouting’. As it was Frost shook his head, his antlers seeming to cut through the air. It was odd being in this form, the form of an animal. Frost felt silent and unheard, quieter then he had felt since he was hoarfrost. Even hoarfrost crackled as it formed on windows.
But Frost was in this form for a reason, he needed to find a…
Frost snorted, stamping his foot and pawing at the ground, and realized that he could scent the goddess. He was being used, he knew, used by the Goddess for her urges. She needed to find a Hero for her people, and Merry could not play that role.
Tossing his head again Frost sent a arrogant look around, hoping the goddess got the message. He would do as she wanted.
But Frost would do it on his own terms, and he would return to Merry eventually.
