Lay It All To Waste, Wash It All Away

Ignis

*set after encounter with Cina*

It had been several days since the encounter with his son. He had run into Cinaed with nothing more than sheer luck, and when he had seen him, he had wanted to try and clear the air and see if the damage that had been caused could be repaired. But then he showed up. The moment after Cina had declared he was no longer a Praetor and was abandoning the name, Blödhgarm had surfaced. He had appeared at the raid, too. Tearing into a member of the opposing pack and leaving a vicious mark. He had attempted to do the same to Cina, nearly tearing apart his child by the tail, but Cina had prevailed and the moment that happened, Blödhgarm had disappeared to leave Ignis with the aftermath. The Crimson male had taken his time returning from the Bifrost, unwilling to return in a hurry, and instead, remained in the wilds of Boreas to grieve the loss of his son. How had it all happened? He couldn't even remember what had led him to leave Incendium and half his litter of children behind. But because he had been pulled away for something he couldn't even remember had strained and just about completely destroyed the relationships he had hoped to have with them.

But it had all been shattered in an instant.

The pain that emanated from his head where his left ear used to be was strong. But he welcomed it. A reminder of his sins against his family. All that was left there was a small bloody stump, the ear practically completely gone and there was definitely no saving it. Like a pitbull whose ears had been cropped for a dog fight, that was Ignis. He would accept it without complaint, but would Blödhgarm? He had no idea if the demon would seek retribution for this crime against his lineage. And Ignis hoped against all hope that his children would be spared from Blödhgarm's wrath.

Stumbling onto pack territory, his fur was stained with now dried blood from his fresher wounds that lay over some of the wounds he had received at the raid. Physical pain was the only thing that seemed to cover up and distract from the mental and emotional wounds, but this time, it wasn't enough. He had taken some bottles of the strongest drink he could find and guzzled them down until he was so fucked up and so far gone that he had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten here. It was only thanks to his companions that he had even made it to his spot in the caverns, paws sloshing through the shallow waters until they guided him towards the pool that sat in the back of the cave. "Go get Eden." The wolverine instructed the cockatoo who wasted no time in flying off to get her.

In the meantime, his wolverine companion tried to get Ignis settled but struggled as the dire wolf resisted and snapped at him before sliding halfway into the pool. Water sloshed and whatever little creatures that had gotten stuck there frantically swam or hid trying to avoid the intruder. The water bubbled as his face disappeared under the water for a moment, paws scrabbling against the slick rock as he tried to pull himself out, but in his intoxicated state, couldn't. His body kept swaying too much and he could barely stand let alone see clearly. Instead, he settled for simply accepting defeat and dropped his head against the sand just above the edge of the water. A mournful howl sounded from his lips, eventually dying away into silence.

"Ignis"||"Blödhgarm"

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