Bird of Omens, Ill harbinger of blight
It is almost as if Raven was a broken shell of himself such was the depth of his misery. For several moons he had searched…no who was he kidding. He had agonized and obsessed, stopping only when his body failed him. He had forged on despite the incessant gurgling of his belly and the sharp pain of his bleeding paw pads. He knew no light, no warmth, and no life without her for she was his peppermint draped ebony goddess. He saw cinnamon hued stars whenever he closed his eyes and pulsating violet ringed sunflower optics chased his steps whenever he was awake. And this is how he was at this very moment, fleeing from yet toward the memory of her; counting down the breaths until he could be in her presence.
Often times he blamed himself for losing her. It was his own fault for not paying more attention to his surroundings yet he had allowed himself to get so caught up in her. He had fallen so completely and deeply in love that he knew nothing but her. Yet despite knowing his folly he could do nothing to alter it for still he lived only to see her again. And so he pushed on, urging what used to be an impressive specimen forward. He had lost weight. He had lost muscle. He had lost his damn mind and all because he had lost her. Forlorn whimpers rise within a raw throat, forcing its way through the torn and tender flesh into the nights embrace. The tormented sound growing in wavering strength to a full blown howl of misery as he sang to her and for her…his Seraphina of Glorall.
Sometimes being a sentient being was a curse. By being aware he could remember. He knew what he was lacking and that made the pain that much worse for in that moment he was assaulted with visions. Bitter sweet sights that caused him to choke off his song as he struggled to breathe, chassis stumbling to the earth as his legs give out. He almost could see her if he tried harder he could see her. He knew he could for she was right there in his heart, her laugh surrounding him like the warmth of a summer’s sun. Yet the image begins to shimmer and slip, causing a distress so intense that he cried out in dismay. Legs move as if he was running yet he had not the strength to rise from his prone position. His head rises ever so slightly from the dew kissed grass, irises wide with emotion as he makes soft mewling cries unconsciously. He had to get to her. He had to keep her memories alive since he didn’t have her…he had to keep what little he did have. He had failed once. He will not fail again.
With a strength he did not know he had, he gathers his paws beneath him. Stance as wobbly as a newborn foal he dares to take one step. His breathing is labored as his skin clings to his ribs with each inhale, yet he finds the resolve to take another step. When was the last time he ate? Did she eat? Has she been eating? Is she alive? Gritting his teeth he raises his head to the sky, watching with desolation suffocating his heart the first light of day bleed across the dark expanse. And yet he was still alone.
The Raven waits with vengeance in his sights