its always melancholy
11-23-2021, 08:24 AM
Rhyme saw far too many disasters and heartache in his many years in this land. His life started out perfect, he grew up well in his father’s pack, but that dreamy time was soon destroyed when he and his mother were held against their will for far too many years. He’d seen Abaven struck by drought and fire, he’d seen the volcano erupt and drive them from their home. Rhyme lived through the endless winter, and now he struggled through this glowing curse. Had he been unaffected Rhyme would have been horrified by the sight of his daughter as she whined and approached him miserably. She was a wreck, just as much as her father. Theory collapsed at his feet and lamented pitifully to him. For a moment fear gripped the man, not because he was frightened of his daughter but because he was scared she would lose her life to this. He was old, he had seen and experienced everything the world could offer, she was young and vibrant and should have had many many years ahead of her. "Theory,” He spoke raggedly as he lowered his own afflicted form beside hers. She no longer fit in his embrace as she once did. She begged for him to take away the sickness and Rhyme’s heart broke. He was powerless to help her. It was hard not to see his lost puppy where Abaven’s alpha now lay in his embrace. "All I can do is ease it with a kiss,” Rhyme admitted to her softly, he held her tight and despite his own affliction he kissed her forehead like he had when she was a child. |
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