Carrying You On Broken Wings

The young Abraxas hadn’t found his way home in a long time, once Kasdeya released him into the world he had little gumption to return. He had eyes only for Pyrrhic and the lessons he taught along with Benkos and Sarabi. Of course the young man loved his mother, and would do anything she needed of him. He’d felt a little lost since the loss of Malleus, and with Zagan mostly with their mom he’d been left to his own devices.

He didn’t hesitate when she called out for him, and his huge form loped quickly to her side. She hadn’t offered him any lessons in a long time, and as he approached he felt a heaviness in the air. He choked down a sob before approaching the entrance and letting himself in. ”Mother?” He asked softly, her form frail and the scent of the den changed. dark ears fell to his skull as he hesitated not in rushing to press himself against her side.