Where Can I Stab Myself In The Ears

N/A · 12-17-2015, 09:33 PM

His heart felt heavy. Heavy as lead within his chest. He felt like everything he was doing was wrong, and the Gods only knew if what he was thinking, what he was feeling, was right. It almost felt like his children wanted to abandon him, to leave and never return. Cypress would breathe in, a soft sigh passing his lips. He hated this feeling, Gods above he hated feeling like this. It was like there was someone taking a knife and stabbing it right through his heart.

Cypress would rise from his den. There was going to be no sleep tonight, he just had a feeling. He would leave the area of the caves he now slept in alone. His claws would click slightly upon the ground as he padded along, his ears flicked back, his gaze downcast. He felt the heavy burden of the world upon his shoulders. He felt alone. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do anymore... But he was so tired of this feeling. So tired of feeling like this.

It had been like this since the day of the deathmatch and had merely lingered since that day. Marina’s time was drawing closer and closer, and soon she would take the mantel on her lonesome. It was spring, spring that he would leave things in her care alone.

Cypress would come to a stop just outside of the whispering caves, yet another sigh passing his lips. He would gaze up at the sky, speaking to the Gods. “Have you forsaken me?” Cy would ask. “Have I done something so terribly wrong that you feel it right to punish me so? What have I ever done? What has Arian ever done?” But there was no answer to his questions other than the lonely wind.

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