Whittle Away the Time We Have
Seraphina
Defender
Bloodletter
04-18-2021, 11:47 AM
Sera was such a curious creature to Alastor. She was ambitious, but also reserved and held herself back. A brave face on an otherwise meek spirit and guarded heart. It was a contradiction that made him wonder just what had happened to this special little wolf to get her in such a state. She wouldn't tell him, and he wouldn't ask. They were still virtually strangers to one another besides a shared meal and interest in hunting. Perhaps if they continued to cross paths, their stories would continually unfold together. For today though, it was simply enough to exist in the same world as ghosts haunting the same forest.
Ah, but at least he was finally able to make her laugh a little. Alastor liked when wolves laughed along with him. He wouldn't deny that he was a fucked up wolf who had done some twisted things, destroyed so many lives he couldn't even count, spilled blood by the gallons—but deep down, the black and red brute harbored the mind of a broken child that had been deprived the basic life all children deserved. Perhaps that was why he was the way he was. He couldn't tell, and at this point, did he really care? What was done was done, and this was who he was.
For a while, he just quietly finished his meal, his stomach full and satisfied once more. As he cleaned his paws and muzzle, Sera asked him about the girl he had come to Boreas for. The man paused mid-lick, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so subtly while memories danced in his head. "She was someone who had saved me once. Took me as I was when I was at my lowest, didn't care if I was broken..." he said, voice low with bemused reflection. He didn't look up at Sera while he spoke, instead keeping his eyes distant, unfocused on anything in the real world while he stared through the haze of memories. "We were promised to one another by her family's customs. I thought I..." You thought what, you idiot? Thought you loved her? Thought she loved you? As if anyone could do that... the voice that haunted his brain like a wraith taunted him. He pursed his lips, then continued, "I followed her to Boreas after a disaster destroyed most of our pack. She... disappeared a few months back without a trace." He left that sentence hanging in the air while he thought about how much time he'd spent trying to make things work, trying to find her after she vanished for a second time. When would he learn to take a hint? "I haven't been able to find her since, and I'm sure she's trying to not be found..."
Those words hurt him more than he could ever say. Abandoned. He'd been abandoned and left for dead yet again. He refused to show the pain in his expression though, dark eyes cloudy and unfeeling while he detached himself from his emotions. It wasn't all the details of their story together, but it was a decent enough summary to maybe answer her question. Alastor finally allowed himself to look over at Sera again, a rueful smile twisting his lips into a weak grin. "It did teach me something though. Don't whittle away the time you have on someone who doesn't care enough to share theirs with you." It was a sad piece of advice to have to impart on anyone, but if he could prevent anyone else from enduring the pain and struggle he had in his life, it would be worth it. Maybe then there'd be one less monster in this shit world.
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