FF7: Daddy!Chaos 'verse "Howling"
Title: Howling
A/N: Daddy!Chaos ‘verse
Rating: PG
Summary: Back to Nibelheim.
Previous Parts
Howling
Ulfhilde knew they were coming.
She always knew. She knew when the bad winters came, when the food would be sparse, when the dangers in town grew.
Unlike the others, she was faithful.
The wind whistled cold and hard through the mountains, and Ulfhilde stood in her doorway as the other villagers ran for cover. She watched as Lockhart grabbed his daughter’s -- Tifa’s -- arm and tried to drag her inside. She resisted, eyes steady on the gates.
The girl was strong, maybe even strong enough to survive what was coming. And she could hear. Tifa just needed to learn how to listen.
The wind howled like wolves, and Ulfhilde saw the windows of the Mansion shake and shiver. None of the gods dared trespass in Hel’s territory, and ShinRa thought he could?
Ulfhilde turned back to her home, humming a lullaby. Her baby was coming home, and he had company. It was a pack howling in the wind. Time to make sacrifices, time to make dinner.
Cloud always did have such an appetite.
A/N: Daddy!Chaos ‘verse
Rating: PG
Summary: Back to Nibelheim.
Previous Parts
Howling
Ulfhilde knew they were coming.
She always knew. She knew when the bad winters came, when the food would be sparse, when the dangers in town grew.
Unlike the others, she was faithful.
The wind whistled cold and hard through the mountains, and Ulfhilde stood in her doorway as the other villagers ran for cover. She watched as Lockhart grabbed his daughter’s -- Tifa’s -- arm and tried to drag her inside. She resisted, eyes steady on the gates.
The girl was strong, maybe even strong enough to survive what was coming. And she could hear. Tifa just needed to learn how to listen.
The wind howled like wolves, and Ulfhilde saw the windows of the Mansion shake and shiver. None of the gods dared trespass in Hel’s territory, and ShinRa thought he could?
Ulfhilde turned back to her home, humming a lullaby. Her baby was coming home, and he had company. It was a pack howling in the wind. Time to make sacrifices, time to make dinner.
Cloud always did have such an appetite.