Why did death seem to follow him? It was like he himself was the reaper, that he took their last breaths. Azula was once more MIA, but this time seemed to be different. He had a feeling in his stomach that repulsed him, was she in danger - Or . . . He feared the worst. The sickening feeling subsiding here and there with distractions. How could this happen? Had he not hurt enough? Had his own bloody family being ripped from him not been enough pain?
His black paws stopped, his breath coming out in a silent sigh that was only barley visible behind his black pelt in the cool Autumn air. His only family, ripped away in one night. One night that spared him. Yet if he was not scouting in the war then he would have been killed as well, would he not? Sometimes he wondered if it would've been better that way. If being dead with the only family he loved would put him at ease.
Now however he found himself with somewhat of a purpose. He was given a rather high rank in his new home. Was it a home? He questioned that often. If home is where the heart is then he seemed to belong nowhere. His endless walk brought him to a quiet river. He gave a slight chuckle under his breath, thinking of when he came to Abendrots borders. He was made to be a mockery in front of the Queen at the time no less. Enigma and Halina put on quite the show, all because he had chosen to snack on fish when he was found.
His rubies watched quietly over the water, searching the shadows. He quickly managed to pull out a good sized blue gill, enough to satisfy his small hunger twinge. He held the fish in his jaws as it tried to flop. He began to eat but quickly started to feel full, a sigh once more coming out of his mouth as the fish laid there, torn open and half eaten. He looked across the water, finding a woman sleeping by the bank. It would be a shame to waste food he thought as he picked up the half eaten blue gill.
He came across the water that only came to about his chest as he finally rose to the banks edge. He set the fish down next to her and nudged her shoulder gently with is muzzle. "Sorry to wake you, but I didn't want to let this go to waste. Want it?" The pitch black Spartan asked in his gruff voice that rumbled deep in his chest. He sat away from her, not sure yet if he could begin to trust her. Then again, he didn't trust anyone really besides Azula - And she was missing.
This War Is Ours
MABBIT
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