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N/A · 12-02-2020, 02:03 PM

Despite how strong Fel had been attempting to be through everything, it was clear the burdens were finally catching up to her. Her meticulously placed facade and defenses were crumbling, and like a split in a dam, everything she had been keeping locked away was now spilling out like a tidal wave. Azriel contented himself with simply wiping her tears from her delicate features whenever they built up on her face. Didn't Fel have any support back in her pack? No friends, no family that she could open up to or rely on? Or perhaps that was the problem... maybe she didn't have anyone else in her life. Solitude on its own could be taxing on a wolf—isolation was a different beast entirely. Even if it was just for this moment, Azriel committed himself to being the life raft she direly needed in a turbulent sea. He didn't know how this would affect their relationship with Fel, or if it even would in the long run, but she had become the third in their unofficial trio since their arrival in Boreas, and he'd be damned if he was going to abandon her. If nothing else, the monochromatic brute was selfish with those he cared for.

Aureus. Fel spoke his name, her voice choked with the overwhelming emotions. Aureus Abraxas. Azriel would never know the wolf behind the name; his mannerisms, his personality, his humor, his appearance... But he would be carried on in the hearts of those who loved him, like his dear Fel. That was enough for him to care for the wolf he would never meet. Azriel was far from a religious wolf; how could anyone believe in invisible beings that didn't give two shits about him or any other creature in this fucked up world? But despite his beliefs—or lack thereof—every wolf believed in something after this life. Whether it was a paradise to welcome souls into, a purgatory or Hell, a rebirth into a new life, or something else entirely, something always came next. He had never bothered himself to learn any of the other beliefs of an afterlife others held, and he didn't know if Fel believed in anything, but he did know one simple prayer from his pack days. While it wasn't one he had ever uttered for anyone, maybe it would bring some comfort to the departed soul, and to the ravaged soul currently clutched possessively and protectively in his arms.

"May warm winds and summer days welcome you home, Aureus Abraxas..." His words were a gentle whisper, just audible to the two faes above the rippling waters of the river nearby. Azriel turned his head a little to gaze up at the fading stars overhead, as if he possessed the ability to peer through the veil between this world and the next to speak to the Abraxas brother directly. If there was anything beyond this world, he hoped it would reach its intended recipient. And if there wasn't, at least maybe it would soothe Fel. The words had felt foreign on his tongue, and though he had excluded the second half of the prayer, its sentiment rang true. Endless summer days, a light breeze to ripple through fur, warm sunshine and limitless field and forests to roam... What had seemed like nonsense to the wolf in his young age now felt like a salve he could provide.

Turning his head back to Fel, he leaned in to gingerly nuzzle his cheek and muzzle against hers and down through her scruff from behind. "Stay with us," he quietly pleaded to the ebon and silver fae. "At least for a couple of days. Don't go back and let yourself be hurt."

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