highway to hell
05-12-2014, 09:38 PM
What a nice place. Despite of the volcano and the deadly, bubbling amber lava, everything else just seemed so peaceful. He liked it. It brought him peace, even with his depression continuing to linger on within him. It was like a thorn to the heart. At first, he couldn't handle the stabbing pain of loosing his love. His pups. Everything. But over time, the pain gradually ceased. However, he remained depressed. As long as Six was gone, he would forever cry when he was alone and thinking of her. Strolling the Col, gazing around, remebering the time they fell asleep side by side. It caused warm tears to roll off his cheek. It was just agonizing to know he'd never see her again. But now, he was at peace. No thoughts, no words, no nothing. He just wanted to enjoy the cool breeze that often kissed his face. Maybe one day he would dance in the stars with her. One day. Not any time soon, he guessed. It was time to get his mind on training and pack things. That breeze that he wished to feel came wisping by ever so gracefully. The coolness of the wind danced around him and screamed in his ears. It was nice nevertheless. Aldoro didn't feel like drinking in the nature around him, but rather feel it. However, one quick inhale of the atmosphere around him knocked him out of reality. Six. Why did the aroma of Six invade his peace. He felt his eyes grow watery, and immediately registered that it was only his jacked up mind. But as he continued to walk, the smell grew stronger. A new not-so-pleasant odor had also entered his nose. He winced. No...it couldn't be. The man shook his crown and quickened his pace. Rocks and gravel tumbled down behind him as his climbed the mount anxiously. And finally, he found himself standing over the side of the drop into the boiling lava. He could feel the agonizing breath of the mountain enveloping him. But what caught his attention was the large inky black lump with ragged fur and a familiar aroma. One most definitely related to Six's. The boy could almost spot those whitish splotches along the womans temple. Was this really her...? Or was his mind leading him into a hell hole. A highway to depression. Aldoro's chest rose anxiously, and tears filled his two-toned pools as his maw cracked into two and released quiet, yet almost confused words. ?Six...? Is that you...?" |