Run free, forevermore

Unfortunately, Dusk had not been terribly close with Sota. It was something that she had come to regret. In the back of ones mind, there's a belief that you'll talk to them tomorrow. There's always tomorrow to catch up. There's always tomorrow... until there's not.

The death of Sota had come as a surprise to the darkened fae. The little wolf had always seemed so hale and healthy. At least it seemed that he'd gone out in his sleep and thus, there should have been no pain. His expression, as fiery eyes looked down upon his small, frail form, was one of serenity. He deserved that. A quick, painless death.

Dusk would not cry. It was difficult for her to cry about anything. The Hallows Gargoyle always kept herself together and today would be no different. She offered a few words in Romanian to her departed packmate, then stepped away to allow others their time to pay respects. The obsidian fae then moved to sit beside her father, back straight and head held high. She would be strong for both of them while he mourned. She would be strong for all of them.

"Dusk Carpathius"