Baby Please?

Moments. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Nearly a month had gone by since he had seen his wife. She had disappeared without a single ounce of a trace. To where she had gone, he had no clue, but the moment she had left, the ivory man had never ceased his searching for her. He'd scoured every single inch of Alacritis, hunting desperately for her, but was never able to find anything that could lead him to where she could've possibly gone. He'd even made a few friends along the way, Alena specifically. He hadn't meant to try and get any help from anyone, but the similarly coated white woman had offered her help to the desperate man and the two had set out, renewed in the searching for his missing pregnant wife. Yet again, nothing came up and of course disaster had to strike down the already grief stricken man. The pair had been attacked by a group of rogues. Lucky for them they had been able to dispatch the bastards but of course they weren't lucky enough to escape without injuries. The white man's injuries hadn't been to bad, but his new companion had been injured pretty severely. He had tried to help her as much as he could, but in the end the two had gone their separate ways. He hadn't seen the woman in a few days. He hoped she was alright. He would feel terrible if something worse happened to her just because he had allowed her to come on his search with him. He couldn't bare having someone hurt because of him.


The days had blurred together so much that Demonio could hardly tell what day it was or how much time had gone by since he had last seen Desdemona. To him, it felt like years. Every morning, waking up to an empty den, unable to see her beautiful face was slowly breaking his heart, piece by agonizing piece. Sleeping along, with her figure pressing into his, molding into his body was absolute torture. There were nights he wouldn't sleep at all, sitting at the entrance of his den, gazing up at the moon, screaming in his head to any gods that existed, asking them why they had to punish him so. He had been through tragedy in his life already, hadn't he? It had been enough to deal with the guilt of having been responsible for the deaths of his family, and now this? He'd been doing good. Desdemona had been helping with his guilt, helping him come to terms with it, but now that he was alone, it was all coming back. And in full force. It was so bad that the man was beginning to think that he would go insane. So much pain in his life; was this something he deserved? Was the universe making him pay by taking away the most precious thing in his life? He couldn't take...He just couldn't...


The night before had been one of those nights where the man had stayed up, gazing up at the moon, thoughts brooding. It had taken him hours to finally become tired and it was only until the wee hours of the morning that he had finally slunk back into his empty den, a den that didn't even have his wife's stale scent. The lack of use from her had nearly wiped her scent out. Barely there traces of it still remained and Demonio clung to the desperately, trying to maintain them for as long as possible. It had been a restless night, or morning technically and the ivory knight had barely gotten any sleep. How could sleep now, worrying about his wife being out alone somewhere, defenseless, heavy with their children. Sleep was a hard thing to come by for the man, but somehow he managed to quiet his thoughts long enough to catch a few hours of desperately needed sleep but his rest didn't last long. As his anxious mind began waking up, a call sounded in the distance. At first he thought it was just something his sleep-deprived mind was making up, part of a dream or something, but as he began to move towards consciousness, he realized that the call wasn't from a dream. It was real. But...it couldn't be...Lids snapped open, audits rotating forward with attention, limbs scrambling beneath his powerful frame as he rushed to the front of the den, in disbelief at the owner of the call. He was imagining things wasn't he? It was just his crazy tired mind playing tricks on him, giving him false hope...But as he listened more closely to the call, he began to go back on his assumption...It couldn't be made up...He'd recognize her voice anywhere...It had to be her. What did he have to loose by going to find out?


Forgetting the fact that he was running on a few hours of sleep, the porcelain knight burst from his den at a full gallop, pale paws eating away at the earth beneath him as he rushed to the sound of the call. It had to be Desdemona...Please dear gods, it had to be her...He couldn't take any more disappointment. He needed his other half, his soul mate, his beautiful wife, he needed her back...Being away from her from so long was too much. He couldn't bare it any longer. Mismatched gems danced frantically across the landscape before him, spotting a white flash of fur up ahead, just beyond a break in the trees. Demonio put on the speed, bursting through the foliage only to come a skidding halt several yards away, his desperate gaze falling across a figure that he had begun to think he would never see again. Desdemona. She was alive. Tears he didn't know had been collecting in his eyes suddenly burst forward with a powerful intensity, trickling down his face in a relentless torrent as he stood in shock, staring down at his beautiful wife, her perfect body mangled and torn apart. Des...Des...De..Desdemona... He finally managed to choke out, his voice a strangled whisper, thick with the tears that were spilling over his dirty cheeks. His wife...His beautiful wife...What had they done to her...


Weak limbs pulled the brute forward, collapsing beneath him as he sunk to the earth before Desdemona, watery eyes taking in her form. Her tail had been broken, a hind limb as well. Blood matted her once pristine coat, gauges decorating her maw and throat. No...not again....She'd gotten hurt again and he hadn't been there to save her...not again.... The...the...children...my angel...our...our children...are they...they... He couldn't even finish the sentence, unable to bear the thought that the children he had been hoping for so much were gone. They couldn't be gone...not his children...no...The past was repeating itself all over again only this time it was taking his wife along for the ride and he couldn't bare it. Torrent after relentless torrent streamed down his face, the tears mixing in with Desdemona's bloodied fur as he tucked her head beneath his chin, holding her to him, needing to confirm that she was actually here, that she wasn't just a figment of his imagination. She was alive...She was alive.




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