SALT MY WOUNDS

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Artemis had thrown the fight. It had surprised him, he had nearly stopped his own to question her - and yet he had fought on until a victor was chosen... but he didn't feel like the fight was over. His wounds were sore, the bitterness still fresh, and his parents were both still gone. It made him angry, that he had lost his father to his own mother, but even angrier that he had lost his mother to his sibling. Although he was stubborn, held a towering spirit within him despite his diminutive size, he still felt utterly hopeless without Morphine's existence. What would happen with this family, how was Artemis handling herself with her gone? It was all so up in the air.



But one thing was for certain - he and Artemis were now the oldest members of their family, and the Elysius would depend on them if it was to be given proper life. He would limp slightly away from the battlefield, leaving behind his disowned brother and his precious whore - and follow immediately after his one true litter mate. When he found her, he was bloodstained and could use a damn healer - but he would smirk in her presence, a small one-sided lift of his lips, before his figure would cave into a sitting position beside her. This had been where they found each other the first time - he knew that he would find her here.



"Artemis." Seeing her soothed his nerves, took the bite off of the swelling virulence that had taken hold of his mind on the battlefield. "I heard what happened, while I was on the field." What was there to say on the death of their parents? The betrayal of their sibling? He was at a loss for words for once. "I'm glad you didn't claim the bastard, he's not worth it." His words were uttered in a low manner, his ears peeling back as a small sneer presented itself on his dark lips.