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Posted on May 29, 2013 at 02:49:23 AM by Devil May Cry
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I wait expectantly for that beautiful form of silver and gray, her voice already growing faint in my ears. I need to hear her voice again. I can't stop craving the sound. The figure who I see coming though is not the goddess and keeper of my soul. No, this is a familiar scent to me but not the one I'm aching to smell right now. I still remember the prophet of Hyperion's pack. He had arrived at the borders to tell me that he would make sure Zeteri stayed safe, but I couldn't risk that, though I did appreciate his heart felt words. I knew I could trust him from that moment. He wasn't like the rest of the pack. He had a mind all his own and I think Hyperion didn't like that one bit. I offered Dude a home that day in case things turned bad for him and I will admit some disappointment when he didn't take me up on that offer. I can only hope his life has been whole since then, though the empty look in his eyes tells me that he's lost something dear to him. I can take a guess at what. His soul. Could he perhaps have lost his soul? I remember the look in Isola's eyes. I watched over her because she's important to my son and so important to me. She had that look after Finley was killed. Could Dude's imprint be dead? My face softens a little for him but it's brief. I can't stop seeing Fathom's beautiful face contorting in pain as she died right before my eyes. My dearest daughter, gone. I look down so Dude doesn't see my eyes welling up with tears again but I look up when he starts speaking, apologizing to me. He tells me in his own way that this is not my fault. I can only believe he knows about Fathom somehow. He has his ways of knowing things. He tries to comfort me, telling me that she's not really gone. I try to smirk for him but my heart's just not in it. Sure, she may never be truly gone but she's gone enough to hurt. I can't touch her, can't smell her, can't teach her. My daughter is gone. I watch as Dude tilts his head, listening to something but I know it's not me. They say he hears voices. He tells me not to forget my brother. I'm puzzled at first until he speaks of black and white, dark and light. My face softens with understanding. He can only mean Heyel. He's the closest thing to a brother that I've got. He confuses me with the talk of love. Is he trying to tell me to turn to Kiska? She's not around or I would. My heart falters at this new set of news I wasn't even banking on. My mate is not around so who can I turn to? Heyel would understand but do I want to burden him? Not yet, not while it's still raw. But his next words....they cut to the quick. He tells me that she's gone and emphasizes that its my soul. He even dares to speak her name. Natalya. Natalya's.....gone? I blink multiple times, trying to understand this. My mind can't seem to wrap around it. Fathom's gone, how can Natalya be gone? It just doesn't make sense. She's supposed to be here. She has to be here! I take a step back, my anger rising within the turmoils of my mind. No...she has to be here. She has to be! My eyes no longer focus on Dude or the immediate surroundings. They are distant, not truly seeing, too caught up in my own pain and anger. "Natalya.....gone...." My voice is hoarse as if I haven't spoken in years, the pain laced into every syllable. I can't even look at Dude, so caught up am I in my own mind. I take another step back, shaking my head, my hackles rising but not towards Dude or any wolf. I don't even notice when another wolf approaches and sits by Dude, watching silently. I smell her perfume but when I glance up, I see right past her and my head starts shaking again. "No, not Natalya." My breathing grows ragged, harsh. I can't really breathe, my heartbeat racing like I've run a mile. My soul is splitting in two, my heart breaking right down the middle. My daughter, gone and now...my imprint? My mate is lying low for some reason....who is there to turn to? No one....no one....I've been a solitary creature my entire life until Moladian changed all that. I found Kiska here and three imprints later, I found Natalya. I have children and I lost so many in that meteor strike. What do I have to show for it all? My son rules as king next to his childhood love. My other son is part of the king's guard and a great warrior. What else do I have? Nothing...no one...I start hacking, dry heaves racking my body as I fight the emotions welling up inside, the anger, the rage, the loneliness, always the loneliness. I turn my back on the two wolves, gnashing at the air, my hackles rising even higher as the emotions continue to build. "I am not the Devil. The Devil is me." These words slide off my tongue with a cold, distant air. My hackles smooth and my breathing starts slowing down, but the air grows frigid. "Target, target, onto the next target. Got a sweet hit to get. A new masterpiece to paint. The earth will be my favorite color by nightfall." With that silky promise, I take off away from Glorall, intent in every stride. |
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- ~ Mind Over Matter ~ - By Dude June 5, 2013 at 06:49:26 AM
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