Tripping over Tombstones

Sirius · 07-22-2021, 02:05 PM

The Warlord grimaced at the reminder of how much he had regressed after her ‘death’. He pushed it aside, he could not afford to reflect too deeply right now. Could not let the last six months flood him. He had to figure out what was going on here. He could only hope that the blood lust had not truly killed every single wolf that was a part of this. They needed answers. They needed to know why Zee was taken, and why she had been held for so long. If they had planted the seed of her death, and why. He had to ensure her future safety.

“By the aches of my body and the smell of blood, I have to assume this is real. For now, let us act as if that is so. Zee.” Gods, it felt strange not to say her name. He had raged at those that had spoken it to him, and the wounds it pricked at. “Zee,” he said again, for the novelty of it. “I need to search for a med kit, and I will need help with my wounds. I will need food, I lost a lot of blood last night.” He had been delirious when he had curled up with Zee. Perhaps he still was. Perhaps all of this… no. no, that way lay madness.

"Zee" & "Sirius"

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