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It has been a month, a month since he had lost the trail of his sister. So instead he wanders aimlessly. Allowing his feet to lead him into the unknown, but life outside of the dark is all unknown and he is out of his element despite his new found freedom. Their laughter still rings in his ears, he still see's that female laying so alone and cold; never to witness the children she carried within. He remembers the blood he took, the lives he smothered in vengeance for that female, for Orra and her untimely demise. Silencing their laughter and killing his own darkness with each blow. He had not come out unscathed, branded further with scars of a life he no longer wanted to be apart of - staring down at his friend, the alpha who had done nothing but lied and controlled him since birth. Until he limped away into the night, following the one he had been nothing but cruel too.
In the time he traveled, Orra was all that kept him sane and holding on by a mere thread. She had wished him a happy life one filled with bliss and laughter and he had denied her that at her death, bowing to the monster she feared. But now, now he can give her that. Give her a piece of happiness in the darkness of their lives together. He would make her proud, as she watched him by the side of the moon. So that one day he would be gifted with her smile and motherly caress once again .
The limp in his back leg is visible, though no pain lingers from the old wound he is finding his pace hindered. The long distance journey finally wearing on him as he creeps into the river lands, labored breathes as his leg can take no more. Yet he refuses to give into the weakness, dragging it along as he slowly moves to the edge of the shore. In a rush of movement he finds himself sitting, though from his posture you can see the relief as it seeps from his weary muscles at the rested pose. Eyes are held tightly shut, not yet ready to witness the image on the reflective surface, as he takes time to recuperate. For a delirious moment he can almost her the soft fluttering words of worry from Orra. A soft smile tempting to take his lips yet never fully grasping. As a heavy sigh exhaled, timidly does he peek from behind closed eyes. Baring witness to the hostile life he had lived; the scars ever prominent along his face. Though they had carved his flesh they no longer held his soul. No longer there's to have or control. This is his free fall, his descent from the darkness into the light.
Jericho
All of the laws I've broken,
loves that I've sacrificed