She is so well composed now and it is a stark difference in comparison to what she had been like in her youth. It is one of the few memories that Malum still reserves within his mind since the storm, of their meeting upon the borders of Iromar when it had been ruled by Andras, it was what had led him back to her now.

Solemn pink and jade eyes look to her from his position and it is within the warmth of her own irises that he finds comfort. Those tones of honey warming his old memories of her within the days of their adolescence, the green speckles sparking within him the hope for new memories to be made just as spring returns after every dismal winter. The faintest of smiles is provoked by her words of their age before a soft sigh is breathed between them when it is time to finally ‘call off these ghosts’, as she says.

”I don’t really remember what had happened…” he begins in that deep timbre as he tries to recollect everything. ”I only know that I had woken up along the shore between Iromar and Glorall feeling like I just had the hell beaten out of me.” he pauses for a moment as he relives the day that he had awoken from a scene of near death. ”I returned to Iromar only because it was the last place I remembered being and yet… Andras was not the alpha anymore. Everything had been turned on its head. I left to find you because you were one of the things that still stuck out so vividly in my head and instead found both of my sisters along the river. I had hoped that you would be somewhere near there just like the first time we met… but clearly that wasn’t the case.” silence falls between them for a long moment as everything beings to flood his mind and perhaps to allow her a moment to speak if she wishes.

His position shifts to where he is resting more comfortably, turning his hips so that his hind legs are now laying in the same direction, his body twisted slightly. ”I didn’t stop looking for you though. You were one of the last memories that I can recall – other than the face of my imprint – but even she is torn from me now. Vanished into oblivion. I cannot even find her scent.” speaking of such caused a pang of sadness to overwhelm him, a near whine pressing through his lips as he dwells on the thought of his soul being taken from him. ”My mother… she is the reason I am even who I am. She never had a proper ceremony after her death.” the gloom of it all weighs heavily upon him and he feels as if he is spiraling into a pitch black abyss within his mind. His eyes avert from her own as he stares out into the world away from the willow as the raw emotion overtakes him.

life of six years | of lurid & jumanji | saved by elara | promised to none | lost soul