When I'm Gone
04-26-2014, 12:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-26-2014, 12:14 PM by Cherokee.)
He had been gone for too long. But not by his own choice. Well in a way it was, but it was more of a forced choice than anything else. At one point in time his wife had gotten severely ill and Cherokee had been the one there to take care of her through it all. Fate seemed to have a twisted sense of humor, throwing a similar illness on the ebony knight, though he was sure it wasn't nearly the same one as the one that had struck his wife. It was a bad one of he had ever caught an illness and the severity of it had scared him enough to cause him to seek shelter outside of the pack territory. He was terrified that he would pass it on to his wife and children, especially with the new litter that Song had given birth to. He had been gone so long that he was sure the new children were already pretty grown. He had barely met his children when they were born before he had isolate himself for fear of infecting them. Were they aware that he was their father? He was sure Song had told them about him, but he would still feel guilty nonetheless for not being there with them all the time.
With a somber expression dominating his features, the charcoal brute would make his way back to the borders of his pack, nostrils quivering as the familiar scent of Song tickled his senses. His little Angel. How had she been faring since his disappearance? He stop just shy of the border, skull inclining upwards as he called out to his family, hoping to meet his new children and reconcile with his wife. After a moment he would drop his skull, ivory jade and silver eyes scanning the area, ivory and ebony ears swiveling this way and that, waiting to see if he would get a response. Would they come?
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04-26-2014, 09:36 PM
It couldn't be him, she wouldn't accept it. He was gone, she could not find him no matter the time she put into searching. She had been shirking her duties since his disappearance, wanting nothing more than his strong shoulder holding her up. So much had happened since he disappeared, if only she had started searching earlier. She had to attend to the litter though, and by the time she could think about leaving the den his scent had gone stale and disappeared. Now though, surely it could not be his voice reaching out to her.?
Her feet would carry her from the border patrol to the sound of the voice, she wouldn't be convinced it was him until she looked in his eyes. Even then it was a possibility she would not truth her optics. He had been gone for so long. Why would he have left her? Delicate alabaster paws would lead her slender form to the edges of her territory, mismatched eyes taking in the horizon as she searched for that all too familiar form. The one she missed so dearly, but felt so nervous to look upon again. ?
There he was, standing firm like he had never left. Those bicolored eyes that she loved so much to look into would gaze into the mangroves as her pace would come to a stop three or four yards from his form. Her head would begin to swayback and forth, denial would grip her as she felt her cool mask crumble her features. Tears would begin to stream from her eyes as her body stood still. Why had he left her? Why would he intentionally cause her so much pain and return just as she started to accept he was gone. She felt so hurt and betrayed, her heart had broken for him. "Why?!" her voice was a surprise to herself, how filled with emotion it was. The hurt and the anger that danced within her vocals. Why had he done this?
Her feet would carry her from the border patrol to the sound of the voice, she wouldn't be convinced it was him until she looked in his eyes. Even then it was a possibility she would not truth her optics. He had been gone for so long. Why would he have left her? Delicate alabaster paws would lead her slender form to the edges of her territory, mismatched eyes taking in the horizon as she searched for that all too familiar form. The one she missed so dearly, but felt so nervous to look upon again. ?
There he was, standing firm like he had never left. Those bicolored eyes that she loved so much to look into would gaze into the mangroves as her pace would come to a stop three or four yards from his form. Her head would begin to swayback and forth, denial would grip her as she felt her cool mask crumble her features. Tears would begin to stream from her eyes as her body stood still. Why had he left her? Why would he intentionally cause her so much pain and return just as she started to accept he was gone. She felt so hurt and betrayed, her heart had broken for him. "Why?!" her voice was a surprise to herself, how filled with emotion it was. The hurt and the anger that danced within her vocals. Why had he done this?
04-27-2014, 12:24 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-27-2014, 01:06 AM by Dhiren.)
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