colder than my heart, if you can imagine.

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 05-23-2014, 11:15 AM by Epiphron.)

Maverick had left to ?find himself? ? or so he had said. He had spoken with so little emotion it had startled her. She accepted this fact with just little more than a nod and an empty stare. So this was what their life had come to, it seemed. Whatever excitement had once fueled their hearts had gone, and all that was left was a splintered sense of duty and a vast emptiness that not even moving to Ebony had filled.

This pack was supposed to have been a new beginning for them, a new hope, a new legacy ? but it had been anything but. Epiphron didn?t quite understand what he was talking about until he was gone. She hadn?t been truly alone for so long. For so much of her life, she had been busy with her children and her mate, always preoccupied and rarely left to her own devices. And now she was beginning to realize that her happiness had been dependent on Maverick?s well-being. In retrospect, her utter devotion to him seemed suddenly pathetic and weak ? how had such a headstrong woman become so codependent on another? He had held her heart from the first day they had met, but in falling in love with him, she had also lost part of herself. It was easy to rule by his side, to follow in footsteps that had already been paved out for them.

She couldn?t help but feel a bit of resentment, bubbling from deep within her chest, within the heart that Maverick had taken as his own. It was very same heart that had never once strayed from him, through all of his confusion and all of his self-proclaimed failures. Epiphron had left her home to be with him, and even here her throne had been short-lived. She hoped her father did not feel the same disappointment in herself than she did, for she was certain it would leave him stirring in his grave.

She deserved more, and yet she condemned herself to this. It was a fate she had never anticipated for herself, and yet it had happened all the same. A marriage, followed by one litter, and then another ? so much more quickly than she had realized. A throne that had once been hers had been taken, and she had let it go so willingly. A snarl of frustration left her lips, her hackles bristling. Regret was not something she was used to feeling, and yet suddenly it overtook her, leaving her helpless to its devices. Had she taken the entirely wrong path in life? Was love a completely fictional thing, built from passion and slowly fading into a hazy sense of duty and honor? She hadn't been raised to be dutiful, only to her family; what had changed?

Perhaps she ought to leave, too; she knew he would return and expect her to be here. He had done it before. She could only imagine how confused he would be to find that she was gone. But where would she go? She knew she always had a home in Valhalla, the group of wolves that Erani had brought together; she could find her brother again and lead by his side, something she had always truly wanted. She could find her children, go wherever she wanted.

And so her paws carried here away from the place she had tried to make her home, going further east, toward the ocean. The salty air here stung, chilling her to the bone, fierce and relentless against her face as she pressed forward. Her gaze was distant as she searched the bay, wanting to be alone. The last thing she needed right now was to find someone who wanted to engage in small talk. A huff left her lips as she came to rest by a rock that jutted out into the ocean, curling into herself to keep as warm as she could by the sea.

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