We're Bored To Death In Heaven, And Down Alone In Hell

*Jackson* · 08-12-2017, 07:06 PM

He had returned to the pack early tonight hoping that he could catch a good night sleep. He had been working to get things in order for the festival and was considering trying to get some other wolves together for a hunt. He needed to do a pack hunt, but he wanted to be sure things were set for this celebration. He had been running on overtime, but it was okay because lately he was finding it hard to remain asleep. Ever since Razor's passing he had been quietly grieving, putting on a brave face and burying himself in his duties for the pack. But when the day was over and he was settled within his den everything caught up with him. The thoughts, the emotions, and really he had never learned how to properly deal with grieving other then shoving himself into his work. He also never felt like he properly grieved for his mother. Sure he missed her dearly, but it had been so darn long since he had been around her that by the time he had found out about her death he was almost forgetting what it was like to be with her. He was young when he got lost and he felt bad that he hadn't grieved more over his mother.

He shook himself out as he continued on, making his way to where Razor was buried. To visit and to try and unwind. He had found that when he visited his brother's grave that the memories of Razor himself helped to ease his thoughts and worries. There was plenty of times he had spoken to his grave, some reason he felt Razor's presence still here. His calm and happy presence. The grave was also frequently visited by Alfred who had also been the one to bury Razor himself. He knew of the feeling between the two, though he had never been able to understand it fully, he never disapproved it. When he reached the grave he took a seat in front of it with a heavy sigh. He would stay here for a bit before he would head back to his den.

Sighing he closed his eyes and lowered his head letting the memories he had of Razor play through his mind. He was lost within his thoughts, but the hunter was still alert and heard the quiet approach of others. Glancing behind him on his left side he saw Heather, moving off to the side and out of the way. Had she come with Alfred? He moved his head back towards the right and looked behind him, but he almost couldn't believe what he saw. It had been so long since he had last seen her, but he recognized her immediately. Last time he had seen her she was so full of anger and bitterness. Though the male desperately wanted to wrap her in a warm embrace. He was unsure what to do torn in two directions.

"Holly? Your in Fiori?" his voice was quiet still trying to convince himself that this wasn't some sick mind game.

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We're Bored To Death In Heaven, And Down Alone In Hell

Jackson