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Posted on January 6, 2013 at 04:57:10 PM by BAB

I still recall waking up and seeing that everything had changed. I had been knocked unconscious by flying rock and debris. The whole world looked like it was on fire when I woke up, feeling disoriented and groggy. My head hurt, my body hurt, everywhere hurt. But over time, wounds healed. I managed to find my dad and mom and knew that they were going to make it. That was one thing off my mind. Now only one figure consumed my thoughts like a wild fire. A figure of white, black and red. Isola. I knew that I needed to find her. I headed to Trenus but like everywhere else, it was a big crator, a hole of fire.

I searched everywhere but there were no traces of life. My heart fluttered in my chest with panic as I kept searching. I went through all the packs, even Scotavia, looking for her but found nothing. Nobody. No signs of life. From there, I searched outward toward the free lands. My heart ached for one other too, but I found that time was healing those wounds as well. Crow. I hadn't seen her since before the world changed and at first it was hard to forget her and focus on Isola but over time, I found that distance made our imprint weaken. Over time, it felt like I could forget her entirally. The bad part was that I didn't want to. Even though she had a cruel nature, Crow was not evil. She was just mischeveous.

But two years have passed now and I only think about her when I need to. But Isola...she is something I will never forget. I continue searching for her even when the packs meet up outside of Moladian. When everyone decides to return to Moladian, I find that I am scared to return. Scared because what if Isola didn't make it out and she's still there somewhere? I know that I won't come across any bones or skeletons. Everything was consumed in the blast but my heart still aches to think that she's still there somewhere and I didn't save her.

I separate from my parents to go to the outer rim, leaving them to explore on their own. They have each other so they'll be fine. I must find my other half. I start looking immediately but then I hear a scream, a scream that stills my heart. It's Isola. That was Isola's voice. I race toward the sound, consumed by thoughts of relief and new stress. She's alive! She made it! I feel like doing back flips but only when I have her pressed into my fur. Only then will I calm down and rejoice. I wonder if she'll look the same. She's two years older, of course she'll look different. She'll be older, slimmer, more filled out. She'll be mature now, just as I am.

I've grown to be a clone of my father. I'm all of an inch shorter than my tank of a father, my bulk just as massive as his. Finally not one but two figures appear ahead. Isola is the first and my heart flutters in joy but I pause at the second figure. I don't recognize him but something about the way he is looking at Isola, the way she is talking to him. A growl works its way up my throat but I remember at the last second that I promised her she could have him in her life. I can't kick him out without hurting her and that's the last thing I want to do. Instead I square myself up and approach, my eyes never straying from her beautiful form. She's even more breath taking two years later and it's all my heart can do to keep beating. I hear his last words about tracking me and I fight to keep the bitter smirk from my lips.

No need to track me. I'm right here, right where I belong. I move up alongside Isola, brushing against her fur, breathing in her perfume like it's the last breath I'll ever take. My eyes soften, my body pressing against hers as if I need the support more than anything. I've searched for you, my love. I never quit searching. I rub against her cheek, licking her forehead protectively. Only when I've had my fill of her, looking her over, making sure she's really okay, do I turn my two toned gaze to the white male. My voice remains calm, controlled. You must be Finley. I thank you for finding her.

(pass is darq)

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