ardent

I can't roll with these punches

Briar



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
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04-29-2021, 11:40 PM
Find #11


She was cautious, but she came anyway. A lion in a little wolf's body. He smiled at the tawny girl, though it hurt his stiff face. He leaned back slowly on his hunches, and then let his paws slide to the earth until his head was nearly to the ground. Showing himself to be not a threat, before he started to speak.

“Long before you were born, when I still resided in the Ashen Empire with Deathbelle and your mother” - she had heard stories before now about his time in the Empire, serving Deathbelle. “I used to get night terrors. Before your mother and I-” was it easier saying ‘mother’ then his dead wife's name? Maybe, maybe. “- were properly together. She did not know, and she snuck into the den one night to sleep at my side. Do you remember the small, thin scars beneath her neck? I was the one that put them there. I was terrified and furious when I realised she had snuck in with me, and what I had done to her. After that, I did not remain with her when I slept. Not for a long time. It was your Auntie, Io, who helped me through them. She helped me find the root of the problem - my memory of the day me and Deathbelle almost died fleeing the Empire we had come from. Tonight I had that dream again, instead of Deathbelle, it was… it was her.” he swallowed hard. It wasn’t easy to share all of this, but he had seen her fear. He knew she needed to know. “What’s happening to me isn’t the same as what's happening to your grandmother. I’m not losing my mind, it’s a form of grief. It’s not as dangerous for me as what's happening to her - but it is dangerous to others. You have to understand this Briar, so listen very, very closely. With the death of your mother, I am struggling to find calm. I am not a wolf that others can be around when I’m not calm. If… If I can not find my center, then you need to be prepared.” - for the possibility that I might still have to die.

He wanted to, living hurt so much, but Tamsyn had been right. He couldn’t leave them, he couldn’t leave his little Briar, or all the rest of them. Godsdamn her for being right.


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