Lost in a wave of sorrow

Enocra Woodland

Pine, spruce and firs alike...
Dense coniferous forests cover the woodlands, with clearings, paths and the occasional wildberry shrub throughout. Pine, spruce and fir make up much of the forest in the east, with the forest becoming swampier in the west towards Mecor Valley. In the west, cypress trees dominate, with fallen trees creating bridges across and throughout the stillwaters.

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Lost in a wave of sorrow
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Posted on February 5, 2018 at 06:36:11 PM by Ankh

Since the rise of the new King I had grown a bit more lazy. It was rather an affront that I had worked so hard, put with with Mugen's crap, to attain my rank and then bam, Halcyon and Aster had to go and give up Asteraia to someone else. I would be damned before I started over again, mostly because I hadn't done much with the title anyways and I felt like it was time to just spend my days with my family. Xerxes had wandered far and Fenyang, even farther. He had never been content to stay complacent and in one spot, too much of my mother's blood in him I think, but I was proud of him. Tikal was my darling daughter and Xerxes my boy. I loved them all but I did tend to dote upon Xerxes the most, mostly because he reminded me of myself at times.

With the warm weather came more time to traipse about with my mate. I brush against his cream colored side as we trot, his hips limber and loose and my legs aching to run. I had been sedentary too long this winter and had begun to notice a snap in my back every time I rose from the hard ground. I suppose it was time to try lying on my side at night. I do not note the scnet of rot in the air mostly because I am so consumed with the warmth brushing along my crown and when Visery's stops, the fur on my spine rises. Look, he says, and my pale eyes turn to see a figure near the woods that is still. Unmoving.

I know. A mother knows. The moment I see him it hits me: the scent, the blood. "No!" The word comes out in a wail, increasingly louder, as I dart away from Viserys, racing towards my child. I see Fenyang there but I don't acknowledge him. I am too consumed with Xerxes. He is... broken. Torn. Savaged. "NO," I scream again, tears dripping down on his body as I nose across his belly, lick at his throat and then gag on the taste of death. Xerxes and death, together in my mouth. I moan, collapsing at his belly, eyes shocked as they note the missing ears. The missing tail.

Asteraia was supposed to be safe. We were supposed to be safe. Yet that male had called out to that new Iromar wolf and HE brought this heat upon us. HE is the reason my boy is dead. That is what my mind tells me, even if it is not rational. But I need to blame someone. The white hot fury that is my temper rolls in as I abruptly stand up, ears back, fur on end and teeth gnashing. I look at Fenyang, at my wandering son, and I am not me anymore. "Find who did this. Find him for your brother so I can kill them. FIND THEM!" I scream at him before I spin to look at Viserys, his shock in tune with my own. "We are leaving Asteraia as soon as we bury him!"

Replies:

from silhouetted anger to manufactured peace - By viserys. February 10, 2018 at 04:46:49 PM
trying to teach the lonely - By Fenyang February 13, 2018 at 04:19:59 AM

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