Promises are all that drive us

He had borrowed one of Artorias’ training swords, and found himself a secluded corner in the castle grounds. He had dragged one of the straw dummies with him, and set it up against a wall. He attached the straw with vigour, attempting to work himself to exhaustion. It felt like sleep had eluded him for weeks. But the more he attacked the straw, the angrier he felt himself becoming. Everything he had built, all he had worked for. He had believed he had built it for her. That he had reached out and claimed a pack so that she would have a place to call home. Looking back, he wondered how much of that had been for her, and how much for himself.

Had a pack truly helped Zee, or had she drowned in it? Drowned in it as she whelped children her body couldn’t handle. It felt like every action he had taken, every choice he had made, had led him here. He had killed her, and the guilt was drowning him. He let out a growl of rage, slicing the sword through the straw and into the rope that tied it. The blade caught and was torn from his paws as his momentum drove him onwards. He hit the straw with his shoulder, and then turned his body and lashed out. Throwing the dummy to the floor with a clash of metal. He snarled, feeling no relief from the feelings boiling up inside of him. He leaned forward to grab the dummy - to do what, he didn’t know - when Marshal let out a warning cry. He straightened instantly, turning and finding the child that Marshal had seen first. Breathing heavily, he wiped a paw across his brow. “Hey honey, are you… “ he grasped for words and found none. are you okay? didn’t do justice to what they had lost. “... looking for me?” he asked instead.


"Sirius"