ardent

May you rot in hell



Kylar


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12-21-2014, 02:30 AM
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He was not sick in a physical sense, his body healthy enough to keep constantly moving but his mind was broken, rotting and volatile. He was cursed, the goddess was going to come down and smite him. He need to end it, he needed to finish it all so she would no longer curse him… So his new family would be safe… He was relentless in his movements, rarely stopping his trek around the boarder. By now the patrol had left a permanent track along the entire edge of their territory. Ceaseless mumblings would lip and slither from his lips, eyes wide as they stared down at his paws rather then flicking and flittering about to his surroundings as they usually would on his patrols. She was angry. She needed him to cleanse that bloodline or she would forever punish him. Basanti wasn't safe, Cat wasn't safe and his unborn children defiantly were not safe. For them to be safe Rune had to die… His children had to die… Amarant and Colten… They would have to die. All of them that con tainted the mixture of his own and Secret's bloodlines. Maybe the children would be okay… He truly did not want Amarant and Colten to die but if it meant the safety of his family… He would do anything for them. "Anything… Anything… They need to live. They need to die. Anything…" Over and over her would mutter and mumble, eyes wide as verdant gaze fixated on the ground. Hours had formed to days, days to weeks. Had it been months yet? Cat had not come to find him, hell if he even knew if she had spoke to him. He had seen the comings and goings of a number of wolves, had vaguely processed it but it wasn't until she heard his howl did he really even begin to snap out of it. 

Lazily his head would lift and he would stop his walking, blinking slowly before he would absent mindedly head towards his den of herbs. There he would gather the usual, he would gather pain relievers and things to help contractions before setting off at a lope towards their den. Collecting herbs helped centre him, helped him clear his mind at least a bit. He had to focus, had to be there for her. He would approach their new den quickly but as he drew close to its mouth he would slow. Head ducking he would slip inside and quickly set to work wordlessly. He would drop his bundles before picking up different herbs and different amounts and dropping them before her. "Eat…" He would instruct softly before moving to drop himself behind her protectively. "Ready for round three?" He would ask, trying to keep the mood light even as he sluggishly waded around in his mind for words he could string into a sentence. He felt scattered but he had to be here. He had to be here for her.