Digging Through the Wreckage

*Tyto* · 12-10-2020, 12:16 AM

It was bitterly cold when he reached the cove, even more so as the sun began to set. The sky's colors bled into the water, reaching towards the land like it was being bathed in blood. Perhaps if he had a better outlook on life, he might actually look at the sunset and say it was beautiful. But all he could think about was how much he was doubting himself since the Ashen raid, and how mediocre he felt compared to some of the other warriors in the pack. Was he holding himself back? Were they holding him back? Day in and day out he trained alone, but some part of him still felt like it wasn't good enough. More often than he liked to admit, his thoughts kept wandering to his parents. Was there a reason they left? Did they think they weren't going to be good enough? Tsunami was one hell of a fighter. He respected her as a warrior far more than he respected himself. And definitely far more than he respected Theta. But then again, he didn't respect Theta at all.

He ground his teeth together as his tail lashed, the dark mood he was in felt as strong as the waves that hungrily lapped at the shore beside him. Magenta gaze remained on the black sand ahead of him as if hoping a path would suddenly open up before him and guide him to what he should do or where he needed to go...

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Digging Through the Wreckage

Tsunami

Tyto