Into the wind stream

*Spirit* · 02-01-2024, 07:39 AM

Spirit stood at the highest point of the ravine, aquamarine eyes trained on the forest floor below. Since his mother's passing, and his sister's departure, Spirit had felt numb. It seemed his life was in a cycle that he couldn't break from. Just as he began to feel comfortable somewhere, which was already a long and arduous process for the fearful wolf, something happened to disrupt that. Once again he felt like a stranger here in Gloom's absence, though he didn't blame her for leaving. She'd found her true happiness - he didn't know about what had befallen the woman she'd grown so attached to - and he was happy for her. Truly, deeply happy.

But that didn't soften the growing emptiness he felt inside. It was all-consuming, making him feel like he wanted to lean into that deep depression and let it consume him. Here, in Ashen, he was nobody. He believed he could go missing completely and not go noticed by anyone. He liked living life under the radar for the most part, away from attention, but he'd always had someone who would come looking for him. Whether Gloom, or his brother, or his mother - but he wasn't so sure he had anyone like that anymore.

He'd cried too much these days that he wasn't sure he had any tears left in him. Dry eyes surveyed the landscape, scanning the thick underbrush. Surely he could get lost in here for a long while, maybe even spend the rest of his days hiding within Ashen's borders. Or maybe he ought to just leave, to wander until his feet couldn't carry him any more. It wasn't like he expected he'd find purpose anywhere else, but maybe rotting away under the guide of being a packmate to these wolves wasn't fair either. Slowly he descended the ravine, barely even grateful for the blooming foliage around him as he moved.

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