cauterize my heart
Pyrrhic/Aureus?
11-16-2019, 06:29 PM
Grief had turned Eligos into a creature he could no longer recognize himself in.
Everything that made him who he was - the thoughtful, logical, loyal wolf to whom his family meant everything - had been buried beneath the avalanche of his anger, his hurt, his abandonment, his... his grief, that was all-encompassing. The wolf that was Eligos would never have left his brothers to grieve alone and unsupported. Eligos would never have abandoned them while they met with the rest of the pack to give them the bad news. Eligos would have spent extra time patrolling and meeting with the rest of the pack to make sure that everyone was safe and getting what they needed to heal from their loss.
That was Eligos.
This wolf was a feral thing, wild with grief and rage at the world and the gods who had taken his hero, his father, his everything from him. It had raged through him like a wildfire, burning away everything.
And like a wildfire, when the blaze had faded it left behind nothing but ash. This new Eligos who stood at the temporary borders of his pack was empty and lost, a barren apocalyptic wasteland. He had taken pains to correct the unkempt appearance he'd allowed himself to go to, because that was what was expected of him, but the wolf behind those blood-red eyes was dead and uncaring as he gazed at the ruins of everything he'd ever known. His father was dead. What could possibly matter in the wake of that?
He raised his muzzle and called out softly for his brother. He didn't step within the "boundaries" of the temporary land, staying well outside of it. He had no desire to see any of the rest of the Empire. Though he felt emptied and uncaring, something told him that it would take only a spark to reawaken that conflagration of grief again. Better to... just not care.
Everything that made him who he was - the thoughtful, logical, loyal wolf to whom his family meant everything - had been buried beneath the avalanche of his anger, his hurt, his abandonment, his... his grief, that was all-encompassing. The wolf that was Eligos would never have left his brothers to grieve alone and unsupported. Eligos would never have abandoned them while they met with the rest of the pack to give them the bad news. Eligos would have spent extra time patrolling and meeting with the rest of the pack to make sure that everyone was safe and getting what they needed to heal from their loss.
That was Eligos.
This wolf was a feral thing, wild with grief and rage at the world and the gods who had taken his hero, his father, his everything from him. It had raged through him like a wildfire, burning away everything.
And like a wildfire, when the blaze had faded it left behind nothing but ash. This new Eligos who stood at the temporary borders of his pack was empty and lost, a barren apocalyptic wasteland. He had taken pains to correct the unkempt appearance he'd allowed himself to go to, because that was what was expected of him, but the wolf behind those blood-red eyes was dead and uncaring as he gazed at the ruins of everything he'd ever known. His father was dead. What could possibly matter in the wake of that?
He raised his muzzle and called out softly for his brother. He didn't step within the "boundaries" of the temporary land, staying well outside of it. He had no desire to see any of the rest of the Empire. Though he felt emptied and uncaring, something told him that it would take only a spark to reawaken that conflagration of grief again. Better to... just not care.