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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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IP: 24.108.1.137
Posted on March 8, 2014 at 05:00:06 PM by Paldor
 Had it not been for the roar of water as the falls crashing down below his feet he would have heard her foot falls, had it not been for the drug that coursed through his veins this very moment he would have smelled her scent, would have turned his grungy head around and seen the angel that walked towards him, would have known better than to try to take that next step to the end of his life. But he does not. Sadly, he is too steeped in the voices that float around his head, haunting his life from the moment he left, new ones had come and gone. Mother had tried to sooth his broken bits but it had only seemed to send him further and further away. Charming had disapaited and yet still seemed to have a toe hold on the edge of his skull. Dutchess had all but deserted him. He felt as though nothing else could go even more wrong. As if this was the chance he had to make everything right. He should not have lived that faithful day so many years ago, it should have been him who died in those fires from hell, should have been them who was saved. The water continued to rush past him, every second that he stood here was another second of wasted breath, another second of wasted life. He coughed, ragged and hollow, his chest burned with the need for the drug, his stomach felt like it was being ripped apart as the drugs caused numerous lesions inside the cavity that would take days to heal even if he was to take a step back. Which he did not want to do. I'm doing this because I want to love you, Paldor the words came from behind him, like the teasing scent of summer in the late days of winter, a lie. That is what he wants to believe the words are, their so real and yet he can not distinguish real from fantasy, fact from fiction, his heart twists within his chest and he tries to relieve the dryness of his throat as he gives another ragged and hollow cough. Paldor! It's all he hears as his feet slip closer and closer to the edge and then she hits him. Teeth biting down into flesh, ripping and pulling at him, a flash of light and he is back in the scuffle of war. The pain is not real but it cuts deep into the flesh of his neck and legs burn as if they have been running for miles just to get to this one place. She tugs on him, pulls with all that she has to bring him back. Back from the abyss. Tears sting at the inside of his closed eyes as he tries to fight back, thinking her to be that scoundrel who had taken his tail from him, who had caused all of this to begin with. It was his fault Paldor was the way he was, it was all that man's fault. Weak as he was his head twists to the side, snapping jaws trying to take a hold of her face as she pulls and pulls on him, pulling him further from the side of the waterfall, further and further until they are about where Ruvindra had started from. "No, nononono no!" he says, the single world blending into a stream until at the end he gives in, if that male wants to kill him, let him kill him, let him take the life he had sought to take all those seasons ago and end it now before it goes to far. But there is not a swift end to his life as he slackens his fight, as he lowers himself to the ground and lays still, his heart races as the drugs push further and further into his soul, in to the very existance that is him. It will take a few weeks for him to return to any semibalance of life. But the cloud shifts, revealing the white coat of Ruvindra next to him. Why... it is the only thought that pushes through the drug induced illusion. "Where am I?" he says shaken from the vision of war, pushed free of the drug for a few blissful moments in time, he crumples onto the ground as far as he can, his sides heave with the exertion he has put forth to try and free himself from the male, but only to find that it is Ruvindra. Tears find their way to the surface and he breaks, cracks down the center and splits apart. "Oh Ruvindra..." his voice is hoarse and cracked as he sobs, pushing himself into her fully "I'm sorry... I'm so very sorry, I have.. I have not been myself...." he breaths in her scent, clings to her as if he could only wish that she had been the woman that haunted his dreams, but he knows that the eyes of her are not the same as the lavenders of his Ruvindra. What a world they live in, what a horrible horrible world they live in. If only, if only it could have been different, if only he could have been born differently. "this is how he speaks" "The voices in his head" Arctic Wolf | Male | Ten | Auspex | Ruvindra | no bond | Iromar
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