The Past Tastes Bittersweet

Life in his sister's pack was...nice. It wasn't exactly the life of leisure, but at least he wasn't fighting for scraps like he had been for the past few months. He'd been spending time with her, just patrolling the borders like he'd been doing since he got to alacritis, trying to adjust to living in a pack again. It had been quite some time since he was just a regular pack member with no real responsibilities. On one hand it was nice to be able to just lounge around and do nothing with his ridiculous amount of free time, but he had been a warrior at one point in time. Fighting, patrolling, protecting had been the name of the game. He couldn't do any of that anymore. His lack of vision made him basically completely useless. Perhaps there was a way for him to learn how to fight blind, but he had yet to find someone to teach him. The next time he went to visit his mother he would inquire to see if she knew of anyone that could teach him. Being useless was not something that Taurig was content to be for the rest of his days.


Sibelle had been busying herself with pack affairs and of course her children, those of which he had yet to meet, so the titan had been making himself scarce, trying to stay out of her way without making it seem like he was going to completely disappear again. He made it a point to check in with her every night to let her know that he was still very much here to stay. He wasn't sure if she needed it, but it made him feel better to have her know. Tonight was just like the other nights since he'd arrived in Sibelle's lands. Quiet. Well the forest around him was quiet for the most part; his mind was another story. Thoughts of Maija plagued his every waking moment and he couldn't find a way to turn them off. How could he when he loved this woman more than his next breath? Not that he deserved her any longer. The heavens only knew that she deserved someone better than him, who had abandoned her twice already. But just because he wasn't worthy of her anymore didn't mean that he would stop loving her; or thinking about her.


Sleep was a long ways off for the titan, so a nightly stroll seemed like the perfect way to pass the time. Tonight's particular destination? The border. Old habits seriously did die hard. Sibelle didn't seem like she needed anyone to patrol her borders, since Alacritis seemed to have settled into a relative peaceful time, though how long that would last was hard to tell, but patrolling the border was familiar to him. He'd been doing it for so long, both in the Ice King's pack and with his own, that it had become almost like second nature. Worn paws of charcoal would pull the scarred behemoth through the darkness, sightless eyes seeming to glow beneath the light of the moon as it danced across his pelt. His pace was slow, measured as he moved along, his senses alert to the night. He didn't expect there to be any trouble that night, but one could never to be too cautious.


He padded in silence, his paws nearly silent against the earth, tattered ears moving this way and that, listening to the night hum around him. Scarred nostrils quivered every so often, taking in the scents of his new home. His body knew before his mind even registered. His hulking mass came to a complete stop, the organ in his chest thumping painfully against its constraints. A knot rose to his throat, his chest tightening. It couldn't be...Maija. She was here. Now. Coming towards him. All rational thought escaped him, his body having turned to stone. He couldn't move. He could barely breath. Maija was coming towards him and all he could do was stand there like the blind idiot that he was. Hell have mercy on him.


"Burn Baby Burn"