I Need You To Believe...
01-04-2016, 06:43 PM
Things were... Stressful. Spring had finally come, and with it so would Rivaxorus’ exit from Borealis. He figured Razor and ‘ponine were as good as gone as well. His daughter had come to him saying that they were thinking about leaving with Riv. If it weren’t for Holly, deciding to stand by him despite her friend wanting her to go directly to Abaven. Right now Cypress was torn. He wasn’t sure what to do anymore. Should he go after Sin? Should he go to Fiori with his children? He was lost, so very, very lost... And he could feel his will coming to an end. The will to lead. The will to carry on. Cypress had certainly fallen into a depression. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself... He’d lost all sense of purpose in life. He missed Arian. He missed his old life. He knew that he was never meant to lead. He was meant to be a shield, a guardian... And he had failed at even that. What would his father think of him? His mother? Surely they would be disappointed... And truthfully Cy was disappointed even in himself. He would come back to the den that night with an empty heart. Cypress had been eating less. Partly out of depression and partly because it was a pain to eat, since Valentine broke some of them in the fight for Avalon. A... “fight”. Hell, apparently Akemi had done more against the male than he had... And even she hadn’t been able to get a scrape on him. Cypress felt... Useless. He would flop to the earth, ears pinned against his skull, his eyes shimmering with tears. He.... He missed Arian. She was his better half, his hope, his strength. Without her here he felt like he was just a shell... An empty man... And until he discovered purpose again that wasn’t likely to change. Perhaps it was that the man was afraid of change itself. He would close his eyes tightly, giving a pitiful whine. He’d curl up into a tight ball, feeling the coldness of the empty den tonight more than ever. Sleep was long in coming, but finally it would settle over the man... Bringing a sense of calm. He would appear in a place of dreams, a place so very far from Borealis’ lands. His eyes were still closed, and he’d twitch in the dreamworld, uneasy as nightmares plagued his mind. Only the sweet kiss of an angel could wake him. |