Defiers of Fate

Bane sat to catch his breath for as he overlooked the beach and couldn't help but think of Talutah and the ashlands to the north, the feathers in his head fur brushing against him in the shoreline breeze during the old wolfs moment of contemplation. The sea. How he missed it. It's gentle waves on a flat day lulling him to sleep from his little hilltop den. He'd been younger then. And Alarice, Bane would've never met his mate have he not chose to reside near the beach.?Back in Talutah he would make a salve each day in a bowl shaped rock, crushing sandalwood and aloe vera together to ease the pains of his burns. Back when his front ankles, chest and muzzle had their fur burned away and the flesh scorched.

It had taken a few years, but eventually his fur had grown back, his nerves having not though. Bane stretched and made his way down to where the grass merged with a low dune and wriggled his claws. The sand shifted between his toes and he made his way to the water and looked left at the hazy form of Alarice. They two wolves gave each other a smile and Bane leaned in with eyes closed to give her a nuzzle. And when his sapphire eyes opened again, she was gone. The Talutah Banished let out a whine and pawed at the sand where she had been sitting and laid down. This part of the sand felt a little bit warmer than it should've at this time of day, Bane touched his tail behind him to check the beachside grit and found it a little colder than what he was laying on. Bane gave a content sigh and snuggled into the warmth of the sand. He missed Alarice.