so broken hearted

Ocean felt the loss like losing Motif was the end of his world. He lost his parents not so long ago but he had his siblings there to comfort him. Chrys had really tried her best to comfort him. If anyone could help it was his sister. She patched his wounds and offered her support, but there was nothing that she could say that would help alleviate how deeply he hurt. Oce hated that he hurt so much, but even more so that his hurt was causing his sister distress. She didn’t want to see him like this anymore than he wanted to feel it. Oce was sure that his heart would remain broken for the rest of his life. The deep gaping hole in his heart was intense and overwhelming, but even through his sorrow the stranger tried to break through to him.

The young man didn’t know this girl, she had no reason to show interest in his brokenness. He was incomplete, defective, Ocean was shattered. The silver eyed monster looked up to the woman as she nudged his shoulder comfortingly. She told him about her own struggle, and he realized she meant to begin with that they were both suffering. They were kindred hearts, finding themselves alone and struggling. He knew the words she said were true but they were also hard to deal with. Ocean didn’t know if he was strong enough to do what she said. Move on? How? All he wanted was Motif, for one more day just to tell her everything he was never able to.

Silver eyes followed her as the dainty woman stood up and challenged him. Tears continued to stream down his gaze, and for just a moment he felt completely lost. He didn’t think that he could feel anything but sorrow but a small thrill raced through his massive frame as she challenged him. The anger he felt seemed to flare, the frustration that he was helpless in all of this. That there was nothing he could do to bring his beloved back. He could give this woman a fight though, and despite himself Ocean craved the feeling of flesh between his teeth.

”Please…”

The gentle word caused a thrill to race through the young man, the sweet voice begging him was more than just a call for violence. There was something deeper and mysterious that Ocean wanted to find. The challenge called to him in ways he’d never felt and the boy felt a glimpse of hope in those emotions. His silver eyes met her swirling gaze as the young man lifted his massive form from the dark rock.

Ocean hesitated for a long moment, she assured him that he would not break her but Oce couldn’t ignore the differences between them. Her sweet voice replayed in his mind and his inhibitions disappeared. His expression changed from one of loss to savagery. He didn’t have anything left, there was very little in his life worth fighting for except perhaps his sanity. Ocean rushed at her, his claws scrambled against stone as he unleashed the caged beast inside. His only thought was attack. He’d immediately try to gain control over her smaller form, his jaws going for her scruff as massive dark paws aimed to pin her down. Oce didn't notice her confident stance nor think about her superior agility, he was determined to take swift victory. His mind numb to what he’d do with said triumph.