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Sirius



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

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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
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
07-22-2021, 05:24 PM


She was tired, and mentally worn. He could see that, hear it. But her dismissive words made him wish to snap. Or perhaps it was the way his heart was held taut inside of him, stretched, and ready to snap. “No, Zee. That is not all. I went off the deep end. You’ve seen, in our life together, snippets of what I can be, who I can become. I bit Briar, in almost the exact place I bit you. She healed, but it means my terrors are back. I am no longer safe in my sleep. I… I hurt tamsyn, mentally, I scared her, because I could not forgive her for forcing me to live without you. Before we can go home, you have to face that it isn’t the place you left, Zee. I believed you died, and I was not sane without you. Your strong Zee, I know you don’t feel it right now, but please, just... listen, a moment. Listen, so you know what you're going home to.”

He could not, would not, drag her home and let her find this all out for her own eyes. To see it, and understand it. He had to prepare her first. He closed his eyes, feeling the exhaustion himself. He was holding himself back, keeping himself in check. He had to tell her. If he brought her home, he would not let her leave again. He could not.

"Zee" & "Sirius"