Down By the Bay
03-15-2014, 01:50 AM
The russet male was keeping his distance from the Ebony queen, remaining close enough to hear any sounded alarms and yet far enough away to not be overwhelmed by her sweet scent. Golden eyes would gaze out over the calming waters of the sea, the discolored sky creating a beautiful maroon and amarillo pattern across the ever-flowing current. His optics would close just then, allowing the sound of the crashing waves to reach his auds in precise concentration. Images of the northern alabaster dame who had been cursed upon meeting him that fateful night so long ago flashed across his mind. She had been so helpless, so broken beneath his paws. He had made her that way. It was a sickening sensation, to continue remembering the feel of her body as it grew limp beneath him. He wished he could numb all his senses. If only he could amputate all his limbs. He would no longer be able to run from his past. Is that what he needed to do? Face the woman and hope she didn't kill him? It wasn't as if he didn't deserve her lashings. She had every right to rip him apart for what he had done to her. A sigh would escape his maw as the sun finally settled beyond the horizon, and he was left facing the ocean from his position seated on the sand of the bay in complete seclusion. Just as the constellations began to make their appearance in the sky above, Fugue lifted his chin and sang one sorrowful tone into the night. It wasn't much, but enough to alert the gods that he was still searching for direction. If only they could direct him closer to normality. If only. -FUGUE- |