Before The Morning

OOC:This is the final dated thread for Cairo. You all know how much this means to me, how much impact comes with his death. Those of you that have been worried about crying while reading this, I hope that I've put enough of my heart into this for you to feel the raw emotion. There is also a player on here with music, if it isn't showing, just refresh a time or two, and hit play. Here we go...Also, the first person to respond to this, would be able to hear Cairo's final words. Also, this is not as long as i had wanted it to be due to my laptop issues, but here it is.

it stopped. Time. Time so elusive so controlling and so thinkably unstoppable, it froze. It cut him off, and his eyes jolted open. It was here. He knew what this was. Too clear. The beginning of the end.

"Alpha? Of Starlight? You want me to take your spot... a rogue you don't know?" It was the beggining of a story he had no idea how to tell. The beginning seemed to change every single time something came up. Could he be blamed? He had lived nothing short of a long life, a hard life, and the rewards were eternal and strong. There was no doubt in his mind that the beginning steps of his journey would lead to immortality. He would be strong, he had to be. For everyone. So clear, lay his first failure. Flair. A wolf in his pack, so full of fire, her name fitting her so well. Independent and powerful, raw and filled with adrenaline. She would be his promise, her actions meeting him with something he had never known he would have to be true to. It was the first test, the first time, he would be tasked with protecting his family. And though, he would fail. He had support, he had the love, of a young woman, of a powerful leader, Crusade. When Xylinthian beat down the doors, demanding claim to his child, birthed not out of love, but out of his ravenous wanton lust, of rape, he would deafen the crowd. Seeking blood from each and every single wolf there. Cairo, he would face him, attempting, thriving, and trying. His attempts at war would be met with his falling, with his body braced, thrown into stone, and he would watch idly, as the black beast rendered those around him useless and strode off with the young child. With Lucifer. Crusade, she stood by him, so powerful, so ready. She wanted to be strong, not just for him, not just to show off, but because she was so strong. Her love for him, was something he would allow to go unnoticed, though, as he lay, breathing, heavy, ready to go, he had to wonder, what life would have been had he realized her love then. Foolish and young, he would take another as a wife. Sweet, militant, Alice. So perfect, so raw, so elegant. She would become his bride his true love, and without a second though she would leave, shattering his broken mind. Crusade, she was still there! She had to love him! Though, when asked, when begged with, when pleaded for. She would deny him. She would turn him away, demand that he shake off the feelings he held. Then, she would leave Starlight, she would go to find a home in the North, and yet, she would not leave him alone, she would return, come to him when Alice found him yet again. When their relationship were sanctified. Though, even as she carried his children, his breath and life, she would not allow him to be free and happy, she would dance off, erasing her scent, her notes, her loving self from the Earth. She was not for him. She never would be. How...how could he find some way in this life? Where was the love he had so longingly yearned for? Stripped away...dangerous...empty.

He had a single thought, a daring mindset. Guinevere did she ever understand, how deep, how pure, their devotion was. How much he loved her. How perfect she had been. Beautiful, an elegant mother to his children, a perfect ruler, a perfect everything. His world. What hurt the most was being so close, having so much to say, and standing idly by as her life was ripped from her. Fingers daring to rip her apart, daring to threaten his happiness, their happiness. In the end, she would lose, and o the pain. O the immortal turmoil. No amount of drowning his sorrows. No amount of closeness. Nothing, it would never be enough. He felt as though, the day she passed, was like watching her walk away. Though, he knew, had it been in life, she would have thrown herself into his arms, she would have smothered him with the everlasting love in her breast. Never, had he felt so strong for a woman as he felt for her. She was the only exception. She made the meaning of star-crossed loveres go away, she made the whispers and talks of being alone forever disappear. She was the light in his dark world, she had fixed him. The most prominent memory he had, was the day he asked her to take Collision, to nurture him, to love him. He hadn't realized that in asking her to do that, he would witness something so flawless and beautiful, something so perfect. He hadn't realized that watching her mother something that wasn't hers, would lead to something so magnificent. She would be the creation that sparked something empirical in him. She would give him the breath, the power, to do whatever he needed. To love, as she loved. A smile, dancing across their children's face, a tear falling from their eyes, in every single action, he could see her. In Epiphron, her playful vivaciousness and charming personality. In Chrysanthe, there lay the ability to lead, to be strong around when no others could be. In Syrinx, there was the attitude, to do what he needed to get done; the blatant ambition. Even in Eos, his estranged daughter, he saw Guinevere. He saw her fire, her independence. It was unique to him how a piece of her would live on in each of their children. How she would be immortal just so much as he. In the afterlife, he prayed that she stood waiting for him. Waiting and watching, so that even in his mistakes, in his trespassing, she was forgiving and accepting, so that he could lay with her for eternity and then more.

They would all be his final thoughts, his children, his loves, his ultimate sacrifices. Every single wolf of Valhalla that he had ever trusted, old, new, remaining and passed. A smile would gleam over his lips at the thought of the many; Flair, Omi, Crusade, her chilren, clash, drake, aislyn, alice, his sisters, his brothers, Rose, Aphrodite. The evil in his life was cast out, denied, it was a shame they had existed, but here he would not let them taint him, not any longer. Everyone had become a part of his history and the list it was far too wide to name. Silently, he bid his lineage, his blood, and anyone who had anything to do with him good luck.


Silence surrounded him with the final thoughts of his friends, of his loved ones and it wouldn't be long before a crack of lightning would drop across the sky, as the male would grip for the Earth, clambering and desperate to grab at the dirt, to find them to see what they had. He had to say goodbye, he had to know that in his final moments they would know that he loved them, that they were everything to him. His breath draws sharp and stopping, he can feel his heart tighten and it is without hardly more than a moment that the alpha explodes from his den at a crawl, his limbs reaching, pulling, and he can feel the rain fall on his body, he can feel every drop clash against him, he can feel the cold he succumbs to and he can feel the tears well in his eyes. A sharp howl rumbles from his larynx and the man falls, his head thundering against the ground, his eye fluttering for a long moment. he has fallen blind and incapable, he has fallen to the mortality that becomes him, and as a figure approaches, coming to his side, he utters a single line, a single whisper, I love you all," It is then that his eyes slam shut and everything around him fades into blackness, declaring the end of the great warrior, of the strong man. Was his life worth it? His thoughts were no more.