Brightly Wound

He hadn't been socializing as much with the pack as he should've and for that he felt guilty as he slowly made his way towards the sound of his best friend's call. He hadn't seen Chrysanthe since the move to the island, or anyone for that matter. He had been keeping himself secluded around the island, trying to avoid others, even his own daughter, as he tried to repress the depression that had sunken in lately. It had taken a strangle hold on him and the aging white knight just couldn't find the strength to completely fight it off. It was easier to just let it take him than to fend it off.


Half blind bi-colored gaze of ruby and azure would fall across the gathered figures of his fellow packmates. He would first spot Chrysanthe, avoiding making eye contact with her as he situated himself towards the back of the group. As he continued looking around, he would spot Seraphine's figure, reading the annoyance across her shoulders. Did she hate him? He wouldn't know until he talked to her and at this point, he wasn't sure she would ever talk to him again.



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