So much had happened in the aftermath of the war, so many things had changed. Her world had been violently torn, ripped to shreds. She had lost two of her children, and Seraphim in such a short amount of time. She hadn?t even had time to feel. Sendoa had given birth, the hurricane had landed, attacking the land brutally. She?d barely had time to rest with the injuries, and those who seemed to need her every moment. It was with exhaustion that she trekked to the thick of the forest away from her den, to rest. She needed a night?s sleep, though she was still in sound distance if another called for her. She collapsed under a tree, crawling in the thick of the brush. Curling into a tight ball, she?d close her eyes, lids growing heavy to cover her golden orbs. She would slip into a dream. Her eyes opening in her mind, seeing a grey mist that cleared slowly revealing a beautiful landscape. Blinking she would look around, pulling herself to her paws, and walking forward. She wasn?t sure exactly where she was in the dream world, but she was hopeful that this would be one of her better dreams, not a plaguing nightmare that she seemed so cursed with in the last season. A familiar scent billowed in the air, and she took a deep breath, a question forming on her jaws in astonishment. ?Seraphim??

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This land was perfection, if perfection was possible. Here he could be anything, dream anything. Regardless, he was plagued by by the guilt of who he had left behind. His children. His pack. Eris. Seraphim had lost so much and hurt so many in a battle he wasn't sure had been worth the risk. There would have been opportunities to reconcile with his children in the future...



Who was he kidding? The brute was nearly eight years old, on the last legs of his life. He could not have had more children, he could not have lived long enough to even see his grow. It was better to go out attempting to prove his love to them than to die without warning or of a long waiting illness. It was more honorable this way. He felt that his parents would be proud of his choice, and that all of his children would eventually find meaning and love within it. Unless the last thing he had seen had resulted in the fulfillment of his greatest wish. If Ares had succeeded in killing his mother, Artemis and Codeine would surely turn on him. Had he left all of his children in a state of pure turmoil?



These thoughts plagued him constantly, but the atmosphere of this world left him in a state of perpetual content anyway. He walked now across the lush grasses, headed nowhere in particular and expecting nothing. He was happy just to walk, to enjoy the light breeze and the gentle feel of the sun on his back. Perhaps this was where he was meant to be all along. Even the scents that reached his nostrils were comforting and familiar - one was so strong, he could swear for a moment he was alive. He stopped suddenly, realizing something had changed as he attempted to figure out where the scent was coming from and why it soother him so. As he scanned the area, his eyes finally rested on the figure and his heart leapt in his chest.



"Eris," he mumbled as he neared her, his expression falling into one of apology. "I'm sorry."

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Her mind had been in turmoil, she was grieving for the loss she had endured. Even though, it wasn't really her loss to grieve. Sure, Seraphim, had been the first person to care what she felt, and she knew that if time had graced them, she would have come to love him. She couldn't doubt that. The five year old woman was in the prime of her life, and aging fast. She'd never get these years back, and she knew she had to find some sort of closure, so she could watch her daughter grow, and really be there for her. Her golden eyes found the ivory form of Seraphim, and her heart raced in her chest, emotions brimming in her eyes. As he neared her, speaking her name she fought the urge to rush towards him. He apologized, and that broke her heart. She would step towards him then, hestiantly at first, her neck stretching, for her muzzle to touch his gently. She would stare up at him, her eyes soft. "Seraphim, you never have to apologize to me." Taking a moment to bask in his scent, his presence, she felt her eyes close slightly, before she forced them open with a soft sigh. "I... miss you." Glancing up at him, she wondered if her admission was okay. Would he be angry at her? She had never come to him. Speech...

He would lower his nose to meet hers as she stepped forward, the closest they would get to an embrace. They hadn't had the chance to become close enough in life to get that far. The chance was stolen by his somewhat untimely death, by his impulsive actions. Seraphim broke away from the thought to focus on the moment before him. The contact between them was odd - it felt almost real, but at the same time like it wasn't being felt at all. One of the many oddities of death, he supposed. Nonetheless, I am sorry. I am sorry that you had to see my death, I am sorry that it came so soon, and most of all I am sorry that I did not wait for you. Her forgiveness would never remove the guilt he felt. Despite how many times he reminded himself that his decision was right, he would never stop wondering how things could have been different. I miss you too. Talk like this