Erased.

*Ignatius* · 06-25-2021, 10:21 PM

Liquid timed to HECK, don't mind me just doin a thing. This is set back in the late winter/early spring that Ig disappeared in. Forever ago. Yolo.

Ignatius was on his way home from an outing, further exploring the nearby lands and establishing in his mind the routes between his pack and the few potential allies he'd found thus far. It was a peaceful evening for the most part, and though he liked the moments of solitude to think and simply be, he was eager to get back to the pack. There was so much yet to do, he wanted to acquire more members and once they had enough in their ranks he was keen to begin setting up trainings and eventually hold a festival of some sort. He hoped that everyone would enjoy that. Those closest to him especially seemed to need the chance to finally relax after all they'd left behind. Sephira would probably enjoy a festival a little too much but, well, that was Seph for you. He hoped Kirsi would enjoy the activity. Maybe they needed to find something to do together, their relationship was definitely better now but he wanted to get back to where they'd been before it all went to shit.

Lost in thought, Ignatius ignored the little alarm bells that were starting to ring in his mind for a time, certain it was just some paranoia that made him feel like there were shadows following him at the edged of hi vision. It wouldn't be the first time he thought he saw something odd, not the first time he'd caught a faint whiff of a familiar scent or saw a figure that made all his mind scream danger. But he was just being crazy, right? Months after he'd left his home he'd been looking over his shoulder every few seconds and only recently had he managed to stop doing that. But there it was again; that was another wolf, wasn't it? When he eventually felt sure he wasn't losing it and it was in fact a flame-coated follower of his brother's lurking in those shadows at the far fringes of his vision, Ig wasn't certain how to handle it. He didn't want to risk leading the proven murderous bastard home to his fledgling pack lest there was an army of southern wolves loyal to Lücien lurking somewhere just a hill or two away, at the ready. It was something he could easily imagine happening, and though he was sure that his pack members would fight if they needed to, Ignatius' automatic concern was they'd be outnumbered. They were still small, and not everyone was a warrior...

It was unfortunate yet fortunate at the same time; the moment that Lücien's minions chose to strike. On the one hand Ignatius wasn't facing many opponents, and maybe if he'd had the chance to call for help at his borders he might have been able to fight them off until help arrived. At the same time, there was a blessing in that Lücien had gotten impatient waiting to attack his brother and hadn't been watching him long. He didn't know where Ignatius' pack was, though he could smell it on him, the vengeance-hungry monster stumbled on Ig's trail by chance and wasn't ready to risk letting him slip away. Impatience on his older brother's part would prove to be a valuable win for Ignatius - one of the few.

It was swift and violent, but precise enough that they had only to smooth over a bit of the churned up gravel to hide what took place and some convenient late snowfall(maybe Ignatius was right to like the north after all) would soon cover whatever they missed should anyone come looking for the now former leader of Fýri. Their scents they'd carefully masked, and everyone chosen to carry out the abduction was selected for having little to no connection with Ig, Sephira, Kirsi or anyone else they could've run across. Every detail of that night had been meticulously planned out and it went far too smoothly. Honestly, how pathetically underprepared was this 'heir'? Hah. It couldn't have been any easier if he'd just handed himself over.

Once they were well clear of the site of the attack and Ignatius had been subdued they marched out in a quiet precession toward the eastern shore carrying a lifeless looking Ignatius like a slain prey animal draped over one wolf's back. They didn't bother to rush; yes, his family might look for him, but they'd been watching for a little while and expected it would be some time before that happened. By the time they did wonder where he'd gone and began to search he'd be so far away they could spend a lifetime looking with no results. The limp crimson alpha's paws drug gently along the top of the snow as they forged their path, the largest member of the group visibly slowed by the weight of their royal cargo. Every so often glimmers of consciousness caused his eyes to flitter and left him with hazy memories of the trail they left behind, and the occasional gut-clenching anxiety as he noticed the heavy snow starting to cover it. Bludgeoned and drugged, the last thing Ignatius recalled of that day was the bitter cold soaking into his bones, and how even that didn't leave him feeling near as chilled as the final thought that struck his mind and heart sharply; 'They won't find me. And if they did, he'd kill them.'

'I can't let that happen - I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn't happen!' the vow was the last thing that flickered through his head before he was lost to the world for a time. The soft glow of his pelt lightly illuminated the group while they trudged off, darkness swallowing the path they left behind while snow was quick to erase all traces of what took place so that by morning the lands they left behind would hold no sign of where the fire-and-ice Alpha had disappeared to.

I watched my life break

In a million pieces

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