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Enocra Woodland
Pine, spruce and firs alike...
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But then he hears it. The voice of his mother rings out over all of moladion, calling her children together. But he hears it, the heart break, the heart wrenching sound of a wolf who's soul has been shattered, a cry for one who is lost. He freezes, body tense as dread fills into the pit of his stomach. He is sprinting to the source of the call before he even realizes it, never having moved so fast in his life as he is but a rusty blur through the trees. Something is terribly terribly wrong, and for the first time in his life there is fear in him, fear in his heart that beats so wildly in his chest, thundering in his ears and engulfing his thoughts. With his speed, it does not take him long to get to where his mother had called. And what he see's has him skidding to a stop and freezing into place, blue eyes widening at the sight. His mind does not seem able to comprehend what he see's. There is so much blood and death, but the doe and female stranger are forgotten at the site of his father, lying dead with his throat practically ripped from him and his mother crying over him. In an instant, his heart shatters, the noise that comes out of his mouth pain filled and absolutely heart breaking: a cry that breaks all of his resolve. His breathing is heavy and shallow as he tries to keep himself from being sick, from crying as he slowly approaches. He stops in front of his mother and dead father, blue eyes looking down with so much pain and sadness, it overwhelms him, overwhelms all of his resolve as he stands on shaky legs trying not to collapse. There are no words, he cannot find anything and even if he could he could not formulate them, could not get them passed his lips. And then he smells her: Enya. Her scent is all over his mother and father, fresh as if she had just been here. He moves to the fallen lone female, thinking perhaps she had been the one to kill his father but he smell's Enya upon her as well and can see the way her face had contorted into fear as she died. Rage clouds his mind as the most monstrous snarl rips from him, fueled by rage and sadness and pain. "What did she do!?! What did Enya do!?!" he snarls, turning and pacing back to his mother for answers. He is in too much distress and blind, confused rage that he does not think about how he could hurt his mother with his rage, or perhaps he does not care because deep down he knows she will protect her daughter despite any atrocity she may have committed. He doesn't know what has happened but he knows this: he will kill his own flesh and blood if she was to blame. "I smell her here! Where is she!?!" there is evident threat in his voice as he continues to snarl and pace back and forth. He knew. He knew deep down Enya had done this. His mother would know what he would do, she may plead with him, some may try and stop him, but his sister will not live for what she had done. There was no excuse big enough, no apology that would mend the rift he felt from her, would douse the burning hatred that had sparked within him. And just as suddenly as it had come, his anger has almost completely dissipated as he collapses beside his mother and father. He feels the sting of tears run down his face, a feeling he was not used to, had almost never felt before. It is like a damn has broken as he sobs, pushing his face into his mother and crying into her in a desperate attempt at some form of comfort. He was so lost, so confused. It was as if his entire world had shattered into nothing. He knew his mother had called him and the others because she was going to follow his father into the forever that awaited all when their life was done. But they should not be dying. "It's not fair," he whispered, like a child once more as he completely fell apart. "I love you guys, I love you. Please. You can't. I don't know what to do. Please," his voice is desperate, pleading though he knows there is nothing he can do. He was supposed to be strong, had always been strong, but in these moments he was weak. He does not move. He keeps himself curled up with his dying mother and already dead father. There is nothing to do and he knows it. It makes him feel so helpless as he clings desperately onto his parents. It is an emptiness that is slowly filling him as he cries in silence. For the moment, he was not the stoic, strong male who had helped defend taviora from invaders, he was a pup again, a son losing his mother and father, who, despite their differences and disputes, he loved more than the world. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything i've done," he whispers, trying to atone for his resentment but it was too late for his father. He hadn't been the best son and it was too late. He didn't know what to do. He needed his parents guidance more than ever and they were leaving. |
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