THE DREAM CALLS FOR BLOOD

She is.. gone. To where? He is unsure and all that is certain is that she has simply disappeared from the confines of the caverns beneath his mountainous abode.

He had risen from his resting place in the midst of twilight to sneak away and find another moment to spend with her, to learn from her, to bask in her presence. Enamored by her beauty, she has become his goddess and his reason for being, the sole creature that he is determined to protect and accompany on lonesome days. His intrigue has never faltered since the first moment he had layed indigo eyes upon her and only strengthened as more time was spent in the caverns with she and her hoard of corpses. Her insight into the world was a fresh, new vision that the boy had never cared to explore and while curiosity gripped at him for the dead he still sought ultimate happiness and contentment by just being by her side.

Perhaps it was a long shot to have ever allowed himself to become starry-eyed over the beautiful female and yet he will never give up on her - he will always be there. And so it becomes a concern when he silently makes his way into the grotto that the scent of another mingles with her own as they trail out into the night-cloaked world. A disgruntled look appears upon his features and determination burns in his eyes. The worst possible outcome flickers through his brain and determination is fueled to become anger at the brazen action of one who dared to steal her away into the night. To his relief, there were no signs of blood spilled upon the cold face of the rock and so hope lingers that he may soon find her safe.

A valor never witnessed in the child presses him onward from the crags and through the expanse of wilderness as he pursues their still lingering trail. They had not left but just a short while before his discovery of her vanishing act and he was hot on their heels as he passed over the valley and into the territory of the forest wolves. He was careful in his tracking, silent on his paws with his nose to the ground for the most part, until the scents became stronger and soon the hushed sound of voices were heard just through a thicket of bush and tree.

His heart was elated at hearing the soft sound of her voice, knowing that all was well with her for now, and slowly the brindled boy stepped through the treeline to face the lovely femme. But it was not a scene of distress that he walks into but Achlys turning her muzzle upon the other in a gentle manner before pulling away. Pools of deep blue are empty, frozen with a lack of emotion or reaction the betrayal that he is now feeling within. But what sort of betrayal is there if there was never anything to betray in the first place? It was clear in this moment that the angel-faced girl does not mirror his own affections and his heart drops to the ground.

For eternity he is paralyzed in his position as eyes continue to stare blankly into the pale face of her own, hackles bristled without thought, and it is then as a breeze parts the branches above to reveal silver light upon his face that he is broken from paralysis. The near two year old moves fluidly to her side without a word and simply stares into the face of the other male, one so vaguely familiar from earlier in his life, within the walls of Diveen at one time. Even with his emotions completely shut down, his heart shattered and tromped on into a million pieces, he will stand by her and do as he had promised himself.