pull me like the tide

Gloom and Spirit were tucked away for the night, neither of them quite had the stamina that he did but he commended them both for their efforts. They were just as determined if not as full of stamina. Void had been taking long trips and exploring since he was able to set foot outside Abaven, he was comfortable out here. He was half patrolling the area and half looking for Plague. He’d invited him to Ashen if they came close, and Void could smell the pack since they started looking yesterday. They were on their way away from it now, but Void couldn’t help but ask to see the green eyed prince.

Void didn’t want to get his hopes up, and walked slowly down the dark sand beach. He might have been too far away from Ashen, or he could have been too quiet but he wasn’t sure he wanted to attract attention that wasn’t Plague. Nor did he wish to wake brother or sister after a long day's walk and search. He’d nearly convinced himself he wouldn’t see the marked man that night when Plague’s pale formed appeared on the sand. Like the last time, Void could hardly articulate the feelings that seeing him caused.

Plague looked brighter, and his grin quickly spread to Void as he helped close the distance. Maybe a few weeks had passed since they’d last seen each other but Void felt like he’d been searching for Eulogy for an eternity. Seeing and now holding as Plague pushed closer and Void followed, somehow bolstered his hope. His mother was out there somewhere, and she was waiting for them to find her.

Again he felt that same guilt, he could be using his extra energy searching! Void sighed as he relaxed into Plague’s greeting and embrace. ”I couldn’t come so close and not see you.” He muttered into the pale fur at Plague’s neck. His heart wanted to leap out of his chest and his skin tingled where their fur met. ”We’ll reach Auster in the next few days.” Hopefully, but the weather had been kind so far. He felt like there was a true storm brewing. ”There’s still no sign…” He trailed off and settled back on his haunches. Void was still holding out hope, but every day with no progress took its toll. He shook his head into Plague’s neck as he shook off the doubt.

”Tell me how you are.” He asked for the distraction softly as he pulled away enough to gaze into Plague’s endless forest eyes. He was quickly reminded again of his adoration, everything about the Abraxas drew Void in.