If I Could Change

Indigo was in constant turmoil he felt like, physically he was perfectly fine, in his prime, but mentally he was exhausted. Emotionally he felt like a dried fruit. He had little left to give anymore as he watched his beloved sister die. The maned man never thought that he would see Duchess again, let alone kill for her a second time, yet here they were. He wasn’t certain the place he was in, but it was against his nature to not help the woman he had once loved. Indy did the best he could to help Duch physically heal, but watching her lose another litter of pups brought back terrible memories that he just wanted to forget.

He brought her some herbs that morning to help with the pain, but found her missing from the den. The scent left behind told him everything he needed to know, and with reluctance he followed her. He knew where she was going, and every step he took was forced as he made his way to that place. A serious silence came over him as he approached Duchess as she lay, looking like she had finally given up.

Indy sighed softly as he hesitantly came to sit beside her there. He knew she mourned more than just the pups that lay beneath the freshly turned earth. For he last couple of years he had done well to forget about the tiny graves that they had put here, but with Aslatiel’s loss, everything swiftly came back and he ached as though the wound were still fresh. He said nothing, just sat there with her for as long as she needed. Trying to ignore the tears that welle dup in his blue eyes.

Indigo Arcturus Fatalis