pull me like the tide

They’d found no sign so far, but Void was far from giving up yet. There was still hope in his heart and he refused to give up on his mother yet. She was stronger than she realized, and even if she was led astray again he vowed to find her, he had to. Void’s mind was often on Eulogy and Desolate, but as he led his sibling troop south there was another wolf that crossed his mind easily. As Ashen approached Void couldn’t help himself as he began to drift closer to the borders of the island pack.

Massive dark paws carried the galactic young man as his paws brought him to the border. For a long time he just walked along the border, debating on calling for the wolf who so easily stole his heart. There was clenching in his chest as his blue and lavender eyes scanned the horizon. Void was just as conflicted now as he was the last time he’d met with the ghost like man. Guilt ate at him as he tried to convince himself out of seeing Plague. Eulogy needed and deserved all of his attention, so why was he here feeling like he needed to see the Abraxas godling?

Void grit his teeth, torn between duty and desire. Surely there was a way to have it both ways. They didn't have to stay here, perhaps he could get Plague to walk with him for a while… Void still felt conflicted, unsure if even asking was a bad idea. He knew Plague wouldn’t deny him, they were still getting to know each other but there were some things Void was certain of. One thing he was most certain of was that Plague would want to see him as much as he wished to see Plague again. Finally he slowed and mind made up, he called softly for the man that he craved.