Buck Up, Buttercup.
03-04-2015, 09:44 AM
Days blurred together into one messy, sleepless, endless mass of time. He just wanted it to be over. Why wouldn't Zuriel just leave him? He wasn't worth all the fuss and the worry. He was nothing. He didn't deserve all the care she kept forcing upon him. He couldn't hunt for himself, he could barely defend himself much less her. She needed to go find herself a pack or a friend to stay with, someone that could actually take care of her, but his pleas for her to do this had fallen on deaf ears. He begged her to just leave him be and let him die, but she wouldn't. Now he laid as he always did, curled up at the far side of the den with his head turned away from the entrance. His stomach gnawed at him, but he ignored it. The weight of his sorrow pressing down on him was more than enough of a distraction. He didn't even flinch at Surreal's angry voice. He couldn't count how many times he had hallucinated and heard her voice. Smelled her scent. He had even convinced himself several times since her and his other children had disappeared that she was actually there, having full conversations with no one only to have his daughter walk in and ask who he was talking to. It wasn't until he felt her teeth on his scruff that he realized this was all too real. He blinked from shock, a habit he still held onto despite his eyes being worthless now, and lifted his head to turn his face toward his mate. He had been laying in one spot and starving himself for so long now that it seemed like every movement was a struggle. "Surreal?" he breathed, his voice hoarse from misuse. He let her pull him to his paws, his legs wobbling weakly under what little weight he had left. He wouldn't struggle, moving in a daze out of the den, still struggling to comprehend that this was real. Surreal was actually here. His mate was alive and here beside him, pulling his worthless form from their den. He stepped into the cool, clear open air and breathed it in. He couldn't remember the last time he had been outside. He took a few steps and sat down on his haunches, all the while trying his best to use his sense of smell and hearing to keep track of Surreal. Suddenly shame washed over him. He could only imagine how he must look right now. Skin and bones, fur dirty and matted in places, face and eyes completely scarred over. He was a shadow of his former self. Why was she even bothering to try with him? Speech Thought Others |
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