Gloves are comin' off [Kirsi]

*Kirsi* · (This post was last modified: 10-27-2018, 09:01 PM by Kirsi.)

Atonement. That was what this journey felt like, from the very day she'd watched the aftermath of what Ignatius's awful brother had done, to when she'd heard rumors of where Ignatius had fled. It felt painfully like she was being punished for every awful thing she'd ever done, like the universe had zeroed in on her and had decided to bombard her with as much possible pain and misery as it could, simply to spite her. That was just what it felt like, though.

Perhaps unluckily for her, Kirsi didn't believe in any that bullshit.

The world was cruel and wicked and she knew it cared not for justice or making things right. No, it was just as selfish as she was, taking what it wished and giving even less back. Kirsi knew there was no real underlying reason behind anything that had happened to her, or to Ignatius - her own choices, and his brother's, had led to this very moment. She was fully cognizant of that fact and had no interest in pretending otherwise. However, that mindset all but came to a screeching halt when she finally - finally, after so many weeks (or was it months?) of searching - caught a whiff of Ignatius's scent.

She had no clue where she was. The wandering had led from familiar lands to only vaguely familiar ones, until finally she was completely and utterly lost. Perhaps she shouldn't have set off from home, and from her family, so soon after birthing a litter of pips, but she was too stubborn to let anyone stop her. Ignatius had been banished, she knew that much, but beyond that she was clueless. All she knew was that he'd left, and she'd been trying desperately to follow his scent ever since. A few times she'd gotten quite close, but she wasn't sure how their reunion would go or how she'd even begin to explain things. Yeah, it started as a big elaborate plan to dethrone you, but then things changed! I swear, Ig! Like there was any way in hell he'd believe that line. She wasn't even entirely sure what she believed anymore half the time.

At least this terrain was somewhat familiar to her, in the vague way a place totally unknown to you could be. They reminded her of the lands of her youth, though she'd never quite seen anything like this before. Kirsi was cautious as she descended into the icy ravine, finding that navigating the treacherous rocks was proving difficult in the fading light. She was grateful for the darkness despite the challenges it presented, having always felt more comfortable moving under the cloak of night.

How long she walked this canyon, she wasn't sure, but when she finally caught a more solid whiff of Ignatius's scent she felt her breath hitch in her throat. What now? It'd been so many weeks since she'd seen him last - as soon as she'd realized her pregnancy was obvious she'd gotten quite adept at avoiding him, thanks to his brother's threats. Now, she had no idea what he thought of any of it, or what he even knew. She half wondered if she could convince him she'd been held prisoner, but now knowing his brother's cruelty, he'd probably made it fully clear to Ignatius exactly who had helped exile him.

Fuck.

The slender woman took a deep, shuddering breath as the faint silhouette of someone was finally illuminated up ahead. Ignatius's form (his height, a feature that had always drawn her to him) cast a wide arching shadow down across the stones he walked upon, even from a great distance. Not wanting to startle him, she hesitated before clearing her throat, icy-blue eyes fixed on him a few dozen yards away. The evening was so still and so quiet that she had no doubt he would hear her, but what would his reaction be? She couldn't even begin to guess. She'd never been good at uncertainty and especially now she didn't know how to proceed, led alone how he might react to her.

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