if i lose myself tonight

Much of the land was blanketed in a sweltering heat wave. For a heavy-coated black wolf, it was practically a death sentence. But beneath the ground, a constant temperature is maintained. Shaded, cool, and partly filled with water left over from tides, this short cave system currently housed the glowering dark form of Hati, all but healed now with barely a hint of stiffness to mark where the infection had raged not long hence. He was stretched out half in, half out of a pool of water, golden eyes glaring into the darkness as he chewed over restlessly unhappy thoughts.

Anger bubbled beneath his skin like an itch he could not be rid of, exacerbated by the unreasonable heat outside his oasis. It was the memory of the memory of his recent loss, of lying, broken and ill, to be mauled about by the healer while his brothers watched so placidly, that he gnawed at like an old bone. The way his brothers had helped him, had pitied him, like he wasn't the monster they all knew he was. Rather than being a comfort it was wildly infuriating, that they would even consider him to be safe, to be... Something he was not. Something good, or at least not so bad.

Well, they were wrong. All of them - Thor, Loki, Baldur, his sisters (though his mind shied away from Akemi), the damnable old fool healer. He was not safe and he was no longer broken. He did not need them.

His lips peeled back to bare his fangs in a vicious snarl. Woe betide any of his family were they to have been foolish enough to follow him here, or anyone else for that matter. He was not in a tolerant mood this time.



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