I DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING
Who else knows how shitty life could be? Cobryn. It's not the same path as Jaidah has, but it's still harsh to live with. All the problems he's been faced with, had to overcome. The memories are there; back fully and causing him to ache near always. He wants to crawl back from it all, but he can't be sure it'll work. He has taken Glorall as a pack because Enigma needs one and he won't hold her back from it. Cobryn went along with it, and at first it seemed perfect. Now he wasn't so sure it was the right idea, though merely because the pack had been taken over, and he does not think he agrees with what Weylin is doing, what he wants from them. Cobryn wanted to put violence behind him if he could. He doesn't want to cause waves anymore, but it seemed like the new Glorall leader was all about those kinds of things. Cobryn balked at first, then he decided to do what he could without hurting others if he could manage that.

He wasn't in the best shape of his life anyway. Not when he'd taken so long to recover from the brink of death. By all rights, he should have died. Cobryn had been a mess of blood and fur when Enigma found him. Had he been coherent enough, he probably would have asked to be put out of his misery. Alas, he'd been too numb to everything; distant. And Enigma had kept him alive; saved him. He'd finally grown back all the fur he'd been lacking after that, and he was pretty well healed up for the most part. He needed to get back into shape a little more, but he had been working on it. Getting there slowly, but the memories had been starting to keep him up at night more and more as he pulled himself out of the mindset he'd had. Cobryn wasn't sure what he thought about everything he'd once built his life upon. He wants to settle down still, but things couldn't even out. If one thing wasn't missing, the other was. There was no middle ground he could find, not anymore.

Cobryn wanted to settle down, but he no longer wanted a full family. He wanted no more pups that could grow up to hate him, turn on him. He couldn't stand the idea of it. It was too much to bare. Enigma hadn't even given him a look this Winter -- not that he was up to it anyway if she had -- so Cobryn figured he was safe there. Enigma had been hesitant enough with Covet for him to worry that she'd want kids. It kept his mind calm, kept him from having to worry. There had been too many bumps along the way until he finally gave up. There was a breaking point to everything. Jaidah having left him when he'd been trying so hard to do the family thing right, and then when Mockingbird had attacked him. That sealed his thoughts on it, and Cobryn would rather not go there again. He was done, it was over. He was getting older anyway, and he didn't need all that to bring him down.

He roams tonight because the nightmares keep him awake, and there's no way to run from them. So he wanders about and takes it all in. He does what he's learned to do and moves silently, leaving little trace if any at all that he's been... anywhere. So much has changed, and he's no longer the brash creature to plow into an area with the same level of confindence. It's been about survival for the last two years, and it sank in, even when he's well enough to hunt and defend again. It's still all locked in his head that he can't go back to that; what he'd been before. He cannot return to it. He doesn't need to, though. There's no one to impress anymore, and Enigma's already seen how low it gets with him. Cobryn was damaged now, and some things couldn't be fixed all that easily. But there's little things -- days, even -- when some might not even tell there's something so terribly wrong with him. There are days where he seems as he used to be.

He can hear something up ahead as he jogs along, but he's not sure what the sound is. A shuffling around, perhaps? He presses forward to find what causes the sound, and eventually he comes upon the sight of the suffering wolf. Cobryn takes in the sight, and then it hits him. Jaidah's scent is all over this, and she hasn't even made the kill. The poor soul is alone though, so he knows she hadn't been chased off by anything. She'd done this for fun. Not even to eat. Cobryn blinks, struggles with the choices left to him. And then he moves quickly, closing his teeth over the creature's spinal cord and jerks his head, snapping it. It puts the wolf out of it's misery; it couldn't fight back from this. It had been the best thing for it, though Cobryn felt hollow for the fact that he'd had to do that. He just wanted a peaceful life, and no matter how hard he tried, how much effort he put into it, life was never going to be that for him.

But he would try to aim for close. For whatever he could get. He keeps moving; the nightmares would only be worse if he attempted sleep now. He will not. The sky starts to get lighter as he goes, and it's only when he spots the outline of another wolf -- an outline he knew too well -- does Cobryn realize he'd been following a certain trail. It had not been intentional by any means, but it was too late to turn back now. She'd probably spotted him by now. He feels cold as he stares at her. The blood of the night is still upon her, and he rips his gaze away. He's heard the rumors, the reasons why Glorall had been thrust into a more violent state. This was the reason; she was the reason. She'd killed the wrong critter this time. It would have happened sooner or later, he figured, but then... there were others who dealt just fine with killing and had not been brought down. So far, for all Jaidah had done, she hadn't been torn to pieces for it. Yet.

YOU'LL ONLY DIE A DREAM FORGOTTEN
ELEVEN | MALE | ENIGMA'S | IMPRINTLESS | GLORALLIAN