The pain wracked her body as she continued running, she left the battlefield, though the war was pretty much at its end she knew no one would miss her. She was not of Iromar after all, just an ally there was no reason for her to join them once it was done. Though these wounds certainly were troublesome, leaving little blood spatters on the ground a clear trail to where she had gone. Rogue was beginning to slow down, she didn’t know where she had ended up in her instinct driven fury to get away from it all and hopefully find out what had happened to that damned Heartless. Why then did something have to happen? Where did he go? She couldn’t find him, not even a trace of him nor did she feel the pull that directed her towards him. Just a painful nothing was left a wound no healer could touch. The pain was almost worse than the physical wounds of her body.

She was lost, she had never been to this side of Moladion, nor had she ever felt this soft tan substance under her paws before. She did not feel the pull of him here though. She hated him for everything he had done to her, hated him! Imprinting was cruel, to give you the best and worse feelings, the water moved on and off the shore, seemingly endless, unlike the many rivers that she was used to seeing. This was a strange place. She had never seen the ocean before. Always having stayed inland in all the packs near the borders she never had a need too. Hell certainly didn’t have such a large body of water near it. She stared over it for some time, feeling the urge to step into it, but also some strange fear of such a stretch of body of water. The black and crimson demoness’ body physically cringed as a fresh jolt of pain from the deep wound in her neck throbbed, the muzzle wound was not doing her much good either, aching and throbbing with every twitch of her nose and lips.

Surely there had to be some remedy to this, something I did not know of, something that would take it away all the pains of war and Heartless. She certainly felt heartless now, like something had ripped it clear out of her chest where that neck wound was. The very thought of the white brute again had her crumbled to the ground, snarling in pain. The movement only caused the wounds to feel worse, and that sand was getting into them certainly was not helping. Then she was still, just growling to herself for everything that had happened.

Malina. She had hurt Malina. She tasted her blood and she knew she deserved to be laying here in pain for even touching her in such a manner. She had got in the way, sure, but Rogue should have been in her right mind, not driven mad by her loss, her pain, her bloodlust to see that damned smirk on that black and grey fem’s face gone.

”Stultus ego comparor.”
(I am a fool.)

The wolfess spoke in the latin tongue, knowing that she was not capable of being happy. She thought she was happy with Malina and Andras, but something kept taking her happiness away. Not even Heartless was there to save her now, to take away some of it like he had when she had lost her brother to Lillith. Her poisonous green eyes drifted up only to see some young pup running along this disgusting dust that was infesting her wounds. Rogue’s blood had tainted the white sand red, and she only stared at the girl unmoving, uncaring of what she did. Malina was surely mad at her, Andras was likely angry as well, and Heartless well, he had left Rogue soulless, she had nothing left to truly live for anymore. Alchemy did not need her, and Magnus. Well he would just have to figure out his failings on his own from now on.

Now she waited to see what cards fate would be dealing her next.



XxBreaks No HeartxXDestroys Heartless’ SoulXxCreator of Magnus and AlchemyxX