Illuminate
08-18-2013, 09:26 PM
| Sarak |
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Sarak padded silently through the snow, head low, ears down, tail drooping. He just didn?t know anymore. The strange, tangled feelings in his heart had him so muddled up. Azalea was their cause, no doubt about it. He?d talked with Erani, and she?d explained a great deal of it after seeing how much of a mess he was. It only helped to make him even sadder. Azalea was the Heir. And it was abundantly clear that she must not see him the way he saw her. To a wolf who had never known the meaning of love, who had grown up in a pack that had viewed love as a weakness, it was the most daunting thing he?d ever encountered in his two years. So he?d sunk back into the shadows of the territory, watching from afar, despairing as he watched Azalea catch the eyes of other males. As time had gone on, he withdrew into himself. His head drooped further, nose dragging a furrow into the snow before he raised it again. He?d gone thin again, having lost interest in food, except for when Erani had sought him out and forced him to eat. Was this really what love was about? Pain at every sight of the subject of longing, mingled with heart wrenching hope that maybe, this time just maybe, she?d see? Her scent lay in his path. He?d been following it mindlessly, not paying attention. What did it matter if a Blackmoon wolf found and killed him now? Light. He stepped back, blinking, and as he did, the light died out, a slow fizzle. He sat, a shadow among the snow. The breeze turned. Azalea?s scent and another strange male with it. And blood. It triggered a spark. Her blood. Haunches rose, and he actually took stock of his surroundings, dull moss green eyes narrowed. ?Azalea?? Hardly more than a croaky whisper, but he spoke. A few steps took him toward the smell. Was she hurt? The shadow slipped closer to the two, dull eyes finally catching the figures. The pain struck, but he kept moving. If that skeletally marked male had harmed her? ?Back away from her. Slowly.? He faced them now, dull eyes glinting faintly, voice a soft croak. ?Step away from the one who holds my heart in her paws.? Why had he said it? It wasn?t like she?d care, anyway, was it? He was just a friend she dragged around. Dull green gaze rested on the stranger. |