And The Thunder Rolls...

Eulogy’s body had protested the journey, screaming at her with the voice of gnawing pain in her joints and stiffness that never seemed to leave her. When it was at its worst, the old wolf had considered stopping, waiting, and at one point, even giving up. Yet, as the black and white form of her son appears through the white barked trees, she knows that it has all been worth it. Eulogy lifts her head from her paws, ears standing up straight on her head, eyes blinking several times as she watches him approach. When had he become so mature? Her breath hitches as she watches him approaches, her gorgeous, tall son. A smile appears on dark lips, at first, small but slowly building the closer Void gets.

Moving to stand, the old wolf winces as her joints pop and creak but the smile never fails, never falters. Blue eyes scan his face, tears building in the corners of her eyes as Eulogy takes in the sight of her son. His uncertainty tugs at her heart and, as he speaks, she dips her head for a moment, swallowing past the lump that has formed in her throat. She steps forward, emotions choking her voice as she says, “Oh my son. My beautiful Void.” Love fills her eyes as the tears that have been building slip free, sliding into her dark fur that covers her cheeks. Words fail her as steps toward him, her smaller, shorter frame moving to try embrace her handsome son while the tears continue to fall.


"Eulogy Destruction"