Okay, I’m Sick
01-30-2019, 10:10 PM
The day felt like it was stretching on for ages. The silence that hung in the air around him felt defining and gave the spirits that dwelled in his mind the perfect platform to rear their heads again. His fur prickled as their clattering voices rushed over him. Some were louder than others, but there was one, just one, that seemed to be louder than them all. Casso... My boy... His chest seezed up and it felt like all of the air rushed out of his lungs. The medley of unnamed demons seemed to bow to this one voice that took over his mind. His face was completely expressionless as he tried his hardest to shut down every emotion that tried to bubble to the surface... but his hackles still prickled uneasily. “Cass?” The outside voice nearly went entirely unnoticed. It took a moment for him to register that this voice was actually coming from the wolf in front of him. He blinked as his eyes refocused on the figure that was both painfully familiar and yet totally unknown. She had grown so much since he last saw her... but so had he. Casso sometimes forgot that in the time that he could hardly remember he had somehow grown into a man that very clearly showed his lineage. Take care of her... Don’t make the same mistakes again. The painfully familiar voice rang though his soul as his expression softened in a way that it so rarely did. "A-Actaea... I...” He was at a complete loss for words. All at once he was so greatful to have found her first instead of Acere. He felt so raw and so uneasy that he didn’t want to be reunited with his uncle in this state. But at the same time... He didn’t entirely trust himself to be near anyone. He realized all at once how insane he must look. Showing up just as the sun was beginning to make its way toward the horizon with barely mended bear claw marks across his shoulder and bite marks scattered around most of the left side of his face and foreleg... Blood still matted in parts of his fur - some of it his and some not. But he was insane, wasn’t he? There was no way else to look than to look like what you actually are. "Actaea, I’m... I’m sorry.” The words finally pushed their way out of his chest as his crazed gaze fell to the ground. His broad shoulders collapsed in on themselves as his whole form rattled with a sob. Of course she had no idea why he was apologizing, at least not yet, but he couldn’t look her in the eye and say anything else. He wanted to take this truth to his grave, but he also wanted his sister to know what he had become. He want her to know so that she would stay away. |
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