Living in the Memories

*Mortar* · 10-16-2016, 09:54 PM

He'd been reluctant to come back here. He'd found Ricochet and lost her again somewhere along the way and for that he was angry with himself. He'd finally come in contact with one of his siblings (whom he'd previously presumed to be dead) and all over again he had no idea where she was. The fact Arsenal and Caliber were alive made him happy, but he was about as close to finding them as he was to finding Ricky. It angered him to have everything ripped out beneath him for the third time now. Why did life seem to find it so amusing to tear everything away from him as if to mock him. Was he not allowed to have family anymore? It's what it felt like and it was turning him cold and bitter.

Before he knew it, his paws carried him through the familiar plains to the once comforting black sands of the beach. Donostrea's scent had faded away long ago and no recent visible remains could be seen. He was sure he could find his old den in the prairie. There he'd find the old furs and odd sticks that littered it from when he'd been a pup. If he walked even further down the beach he was even sure he'd find his old den within a crevice where he'd started collecting shells and other oddities that he could find on the beach. A mournful chuckle let him as he remembered the crab that had latched on to him and his surprise and then Voltage had came and helped him get it off. The chuckle then hitched in his throat and he forced down the lump that formed. He didn't want to think about it.

The memories came flooding back and more than anything he wished he could will them into existence. He missed Ray the most and Glacier. The tall blue man had even called him a son at one point, and then they'd all turned around and vanished. Out of all of them he hadn't expected Ray to abandon him. She was supposed to be his best friend, his partner in crime, the closest thing he'd ever get to family. And then she was just gone without a whisper of where they'd headed off to and the worst thing was - they left him.

And then, as if his wishing had actually made it come true, he smelled her. The thought didn't make him happy. Instead he just believed it to be a figment of his imagination. There was no way in hell that she would be back here. Still he found curiosity got the better of him and he followed the ghostly scent anyways. He'd just prove to his imagination that it was wrong and then he'd leave here as quickly as he could and never come back.

He followed it through the familiar path through the cave opening. He followed it across the perilous cliff that Glacier and Voltage hadn't liked them going on alone. He was an adult now, large and strong, and his towering limbs found little trouble. It wasn't until he reached the top that he noticed the fading sunlight and the way it illuminated an equally large figure. Just then the wolf tipped back its head and let out an angry and sorrowful song telling the story of things in the past. It was then Mortar realized that it really was her - and then he grew angry.

"You left me!" He cried angrily after she'd finished her howl. His tone was accusing and hurtful and he made no move to hide the angry tears that threatened to spill from his bi-colored eyes. "All of you... how you could you guys do that to me. I needed you."

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