What Am I Leaving

Duchess had been missing for weeks. While Emersyn hadn't been worried initially, as the days crept on, she began to wonder if the band's most suicidally depressed member had actually gone off and killed herself. Indigo, whom she thought Duchess had been hiding away with, had also not seen her. So Duchess had just wandered off. She was prone to doing shit like that, so maybe she was just out looking for a pity fuck? Still, with the world going as screwy as it had been, Em resigned herself to the task of setting off to find the smaller woman. Whether they liked each other or not, Duchess was still a member of the band—the band that she was now responsible for while Indigo got his shit together.

Duchess' trail had since gone cold, but she had a heading in mind. She'd been seen heading south toward Auster, and after spending a few days searching around for a trace of Duchess, Emersyn found a faint trail that led her to the edges of a pack on an island. Em eyed the island from the shore, trying to suss out what was going on. Had Duchess been kidnapped by a hostile pack? Had she abandoned the band in favor of another group? Or was she simply sucking as much dick as she could get her paws on and the pack scratched that itch for her? Emersyn scowled; Duchess' reckless disregard was going to get her killed one day, and she would no doubt drag as many wolves down with her as she could manage.

Prowling along the shore, Emersyn made her way past some tide pools towards the island. She would call for the alpha, try to hold an audience and ask for her wolf back, and hopefully things wouldn't turn violent. However, as she made her way up the coast, Em noticed a silhouetted lump on the rocky shore, just barely visible in the dimly lit world. It looked like a dead body, but she couldn't be sure. Quirking a curious brow, Em diverted course to wander closer to the body. As her eyes began to adjust to the dark, she began to get details of the wolf—most notably her black and amethyst fur.

Emersyn gasped in shock and rushed up to Duchess. There was no doubt this was the woman she sought. But what in the name of all the gods and devils had happened to her?! Duchess had crystals sprouting from her eyes and ears, with a glowing ooze dripping from around her wounds and her nose. "Duchess! Duchess, can you hear me?" Em tried to shake the limp wolf, praying she was merely unconscious and not deceased. She made sure not to touch any of the strange growths or the ooze that was coming from the smaller fae while she tried to wake her. Fuck, what if that pack had killed her? Drowned her and left her to float up on the beach? She'd have to bury the body; it was only respectful.

"Emersyn"