MOON RAGE (REVOLUTION)

PROMISES

"What" she screams, the mug falling on the hard cold stone ground
"Hey, those are rare mugs" he says, startled by her reaction
"Sorry" she unconsciously picks the perfectly normal mug from the cold floor, her hot creamy coffee still in the mug. She raises an eyebrow then turns to him "well, that's not strange" she muses to herself as she sips from it and takes a bite from her sixth croissant.
The basket seemed to multiply the croissant when any was removed and her coffee magically refilled after each sip. She feels him stare at her then she turns to him with her both eyebrows raised and he looks away, whistling.
"Do you ever get sick of those?"
"So you know my grandmother? " she replies, ignoring his question

"Oh" he waves his hand dismissively "that old hag"
She glares at him, her eyes narrowing to slits and he chuckles nervously "she was the last person in her village like I said, we knew each other a very long time ago"
"That means am not the only loarin" she beams, a sudden rush of hope filling her as she leans forward, clutching the mug tightly
"How can I find her, who is she"
"She is dead" he says strictly making her face fall and she leans lazily into her chair
"and believe me you wouldn't want to know her, she was once full of life, sweet, happy and kind but she just-----changed" he says, zoning out into past memories.
She clears her throat and he turns to her
"Then you know my mother"
"Your mother?" He frowns and she nods enthusiastically "I knew her, saw her few times when she was still so little" he sips his tea "you look alot like her"
"I guess thats why I never seemed to resemble my father or mother. They had different hair and eyes from mine" she chuckles nervously,  "I should have known"
A sad, regretful and thoughtful silence emanates from them, increasing the tension. In what seem like hours of deadly silence she speaks again
"And my father?" She says finally
The Baxar chokes on his tea, coughing profusely,  She rushes to him and rubs his back gently
"Are you alright?"
"I am. that's enough history for today"
"But--"
"No buts, this old man is very tired"
"Old man?" she says, raising her voice at a higher octave.
you are seriously getting on my nerve, you - you prune
She says in her thoughts while rolling her eyes at him as she returns to her seat
"Lesson number two, never call the teacher names. I am quite old, although I might look younger and more handsome than alot of people"
He says grinning, he rakes his hand through his hair stylishly which earns him more eye rolls from her
"Fine, fine. Just tell me about my father then, you told me about everything and why not him"
"Technically, I didn't tell you everything but only the juicy parts and your father is not juicy believe me" he says as he shivers slightly like it went few degrees down in the cave. She stares at him with belief
Are you joking
she yells mentally as she stares daggers at him.
"Would you look at the time. It's very late" he says, raising his hand to stare at his watchless wrist "have to go" he grins and disappears
"What the hell am I with" she muses as she picks another croissant from the basket
"I heard that" a loud voice booms through the cave like a loud echo, making the whole cave shake. She grins

Rogan is carefully packing his clothes in a big grey box. The box is decorated with many zips, few not meant to be open . After few minutes of packing, he pulls out a brown coat and puts it on. The coat hugs his side and makes his brown hair and eyes look prominent.
The sides of the coat is adorned with silver buttons and below at the tip,  grey tassles, the collar is raised high to cover his neck, he wraps a scarf round his neck.
Although, Darian is more endowed in looks and muscles, Rogan is definitely not lacking. He had been mistaked for a model couple of times when he went into the city and people would say that he could give other models a run for their money.
He hears a knock on the door and walks majestically through the living room to his door. He opens it and sees Joseph and behind him, Gilbert.
"Have you cone to laugh at me" he says jokingly to Joseph although it might be a different reaction if directed to Gilbert. He moves away from the door to let them in
"Yes of course, son" Joseph says, walking in
"You look handsome, as usual" he smiles and straightens Rogan's coat
"Flattery will get you nowhere Joseph"  he shakes his head and chuckles "I have a plane to catch in an hour so, what do you have to say" he breathes in and dips his hands into his pocket
"I just want to say that I am very proud of you and happy that you have decided to let go" he smiles
"Thanks" he says with a straight face, trying to hide his true feelings at his father's words. Joseph smiles and leaves, Gilbert wait till the door is shut.
"You finally got some sense, little brother'
"Oh not again" he groans and sits on the black fluffy couch "Gilbert please, what do you have to say, I do have things to do, people to call and say my byes to" he says, massaging his forehead, clearly annoyed at his brother's intrusion
Gilbert puts his hands in his pockets
"oh, like michelle"
Rogan stills and slowly drops his hand, turning to Gilbert and then a smirk painfully slow, creeps into his face
"Yes, especially Michelle" he says, emphasizing the word 'especially'
Gilbert growls
"you can't keep your infested paws away from her, can you"
"No I can't, my infested paws are itching and begging to infect her" he replies immediately, demonstrating by clawing at the thin air like a cat. He stands to walk away but Gilbert holds onto his arm
"Am not done talking to you" he speaks through grithed  teeth
"But I am" Rogan retorts "look brother" he pronounces the word with distaste
"I try to move on, forget about my past but unlike you, you cling unto the past like a wolf cub clinging to his mother. You are helpless without the satisfaction that you feel, like you took everything from me" he smirks and Gilbert growls, shaking with anger
"without me you would be a hopeless rogue, after all you love picking up scraps I drop off --"
Gilbert lands a heavy punch on his lip, tearing the flesh. Rogan staggers but maintains his balance, licking his split lip, he laughs maniacally.
"Thats all you can do, throw weak punches and pick off trash" his face  grim, his eyes turning cold, blazing with an intensity that could both freeze and melt anything. He stares at Gilbert with so much hatred which Gilbert returns with almost more effort
"Goodbye brother" he spits out, walking away. He stops at the door "oh and, shut the door behind you would you" he walks away, leaving an extremely angry, pissed off werewolf