Not Strong Enough
Sometimes he'd find it difficult to return to this place, yet something else had pulled him into his old home. His brain filtered through trying to babysit his mother, his father there and his siblings. Even holly had been here, it made him sigh on his small walk that he had been taking. It had been some time since he had seen Zephyra. He certainly hoped that she was fairing well when she went to see Ren. As far as he knew Borealis wasn't doing too well from what he heard from Holly. Rivaxorus had decided not to share this with his friend. Well, as much as he considered her more than a friend that was how she would want it for now. Rivaxorus could suddenly smell blood, what was worse as a sound hitting his ears of crying. His heart pounded against his chest. That was Zephyra's scent and voice, quickly on his paws he filtered through the weeping willows. He knew these lands too well, and found her black and green form curled up near his old den place. What was worse was seeing her in this state. He narrowed his eyes, frowning he softly approached the woman. Her large form looked to be a mess - but he would always think her beautiful. For now he had to carefully approach her.
"Zephyra, I'm here - what happened?" Rivaxorus spoke softly as he came around towards her face. His bridge gently pressed into her paws and cheek if he was allowed. His paws held steady among the terrain. Softly his two different colored eyes seemed almost sparkling in the dim blue light of the wisping tree's of these lands where he once considered home. And now someone whom he cared deeply for was in emotional pain on these plains. |
