your words in my memory

Returning to camp was harder than he thought possible, but he needed to rest. He hadn’t slept in nearly two days, exhaustion was written on his features and he barely knew where he was. He was useless to his band, and even less to the one he loved. He was broken, his insides were torn apart. His heart and soul ripped out by Aslatiel, his true love. The one who was supposed to guard his heart had destroyed it instead. This had easily been one of the most difficult days of his life, and as he returned to the falls he didn’t see a clear path into the future. Everything was cloudy and he harbored a massive storm cloud above his head.

He avoided everyone and everything as best as he could. Especially Duchess, but she was doing much of the same. He’d nearly forgotten her betrayal after the searing pain Aslatiel delivered. Numbness returned ot him as he climbed the falls and found his place there at the top. He lowered his massive frame into a divet in the stone, close to the water so the crashing sound of water drowned out the sound of his thoughts. He curled up there, exhausted. Indigo lowered his head ot his paws and closed his eyes, willing himself to wake up from this nightmare that surrounded him.

He knew the rest of the band had heard Aslatiel as she tore into him, he didn’t want to know what they thought of him now. His head was a jumbled mess, he closed his eyes tight, praying for release and relief from this terrible scenario.


Indigo Arcturus Fatalis