because i'm broken

Devastated. There wasn’t really any other word to describe Indigo now. He was wholly broken, and only his habitual nature left him continuing on. He patrolled religiously, hunted like he hadn’t ever done before, gathered herbs whenever he could. Indigo was doing anything but allowing himself to sit and grieve what he had lost. Part of him still denied it, and that part was festering a rotting, just like those tiny innocent bodies were beneath the ground. Indigo felt like he had died with them.

He barely spoke, his fur lost its luster, it was all Gypsy could do to keep him eating and reminding him to try and sleep. While he went through the motions he was anything but normal. He wasn’t all there in conversation, sometimes he forgot what he was doing. His illustrious gaze looked clouded, and he no longer held his head high on his shoulders. Indigo had become a shadow of the man he had been even half a year ago. Nothing had gone according to plan, everything had been taken from him, and Indigo crumpled under the weight of it all.

If he didn’t have the wolves of the band he would have perished. Indigo consumed a few herbs to help him sleep, and more specifically dreamlessly, after he’d worked all day. They never saw the sun anymore, so he had been getting even less sleep as he worked through the endless night. By now everyone else would have curled up for sleep. Gypsy by the goats, Duchess off on her own, Emersyn with Segin….

Indigo suddenly shifted his path. Instead of going to camp he made his way towards a stream. Somewhere he was alone, so he wouldn’t disturb anyone as the emotions caught up with him. He could only go so long before everything bubbled up and overflowed miserably. Indigo lowered his massive frame to the bank, the soft glow of crystals and mushrooms illuminating him as tears filled his eyes. He clenched his jaw as the pain crashed down on him like waves and the hopelessness overwhelmed him.

Indigo Arcturus Fatalis