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Man on the moon - Primrose - December 29, 2020 SETTING: Weather: overcast cold mid day TERRITORY: Nocturne Summit TAGS: @Niamh for visibility. Anyone is welcome to join! With winter now in full swing he small boy sought to meet up with Mintaka. It had been a while since he saw the young girl, and since then he was telling nothing but whimsical stories to anyone who would listen. Mintaka this, Mintaka that. Dawn till dusk. Having outgrown the need for a babysitter Primrose traveled on his own without so much as a word to his parents. He was nearly a yearling now, and with that a new found bravery was seeded and starting to grow. He took strolls, he hunted small game, he patrolled the borders. Primrose, in his own eyes, was shaping up to be an adult ready for his own adventures! Singing a tune with a prance in his step, the fawn colored lad skipped and jumped to the rhythm of his voice across the glade, kicking up snow where he landed and brushing aside pebbles on the mountain path. Until he slipped, falling to the side and rolling down the mountain with a hollered yelp. The world spun—twisting and turning, black and grey. Slamming his back into a trunk the boy immediately was met with darkness, strewn across the ground and amongst the snow and twigs. RE: Man on the moon - Caerus - December 29, 2020 Lately chill had set in in more ways than one. With winter, Caerus was nearly grown into a man (albeit a somewhat small and skinny one,) and home didn't feel much home anymore. His sister had told him the world would be better without him. He had met Sullivan, part of that youngest litter- and discovered what a beast lay within him, looking upon a sweet and good-hearted child and only wishing pain for him. It wasn't at all who Caerus wanted to be, but he never worked very hard to curb those selfish desires, nor did he ever discover ways to remedy his jealousies.  Out here, beyond the place where all his half-siblings lie, he felt he was a better man.  Caerus picked his way across the rocky base of the slope, inexperienced with heights and still too afraid to try them. It was during his stroll that he heard a loud yelp- and his dark ears swiveled suddenly, distracted from whatever thoughts he had been processing.  Come on, boy, aren't you a doctor? He thought to himself after a moment of hesitation, and began to make his way towards the source of the sound- and there she was-  despite having never really met, Caerus hadn't forgotten her. She was like a pastel sunset, and sometimes he glimpsed her in his dreams-  and she was collapsed at the base of a tree.  The doctor rushed over, snow flying up behind him before he practically skidded to a stop, beginning to nose fiercely at her cheek before her scent hit him. Her? No, not her. Him? But was he a him? He couldn't know for sure, he thought- his own father wasn't a her, even if he'd smelled like one.  Caerus had to awaken them, for the sake of gaining this one little piece of information, if nothing else. RE: Man on the moon - Primrose - January 07, 2021 Help came shortly after in the form of a young boy he met just a moon ago, sadly though—primrose did not notice the other. He was already departed from this world, on his way to a new adventure. One where, perhaps, he may be an actual prince, with an actual knight in an actual kingdom. But blood had already seeped from the wound, pooling around his spine and flooding the snowy ground. And if one were to not pay it any mind—to not look at the horrible scene, perhaps the pale boy would look as if he was sleeping peacefully. Dozing silently in the snow in a crown of twigs akin to that of thorns.  RE: Man on the moon - Caerus - January 09, 2021 He was still busy nosing at Primrose's cheek, trying desperately to awaken him- the only thing to break his focus was the sharp scent of blood, and the boy dared to turn and look. There, at his spine, the snow was painted red, an expanding lake. Caerus was stunned still for a moment, and then-  no, no, no!!! He cried, shaking his head to himself as if it was a bad dream that he could wake up from.  He pulled at Primrose by the nape, trying to turn him over, to do anything that could awaken him. He released their fur from his jaws gently, come on, come on, you gotta wake up, He whined. It wasn't time yet- they were too young, and too goddamn pretty. All he wanted was to know him, maybe see his smile.  Couldn't he do anything about this? Primrose was already gone, but Caerus wouldn't dare to check his pulse, determined that his dream boy was still just unconscious and could be saved. He just had to try harder... Cae scrambled around to look at his spine, where the blood flowed. Fuck, fuck, it was all red, bright red... he was a doctor, but he hadn't ever seen this much blood. It made his guts shrivel uncomfortably. He raced to the nearest tree, hastily gathering gobs of cobweb, before returning to the body, which was already growing cold in this winter. Caerus settled in front of Prim, placing cobweb bunches along the split in his skin. Each time they only took a few moments to begin to become wet with blood, a sopping wet bandage that ought to be replaced, and so he did- until his supply was gone. He wasn't one to give up so fast, and so he visited another tree, digging in the nooks and finding more web, bringing it back and doing it all again. Placing, replacing. The ground around him was strewn with red-soaked web.  How long could he keep doing this?  He didn't want to think it was too late. But now, the earth was red, his paws were red- so much fucking blood, and Primrose was still asleep. Caerus sighed heavily, his whole body apart of the motion, moving around to the pale boy's face again. In his ear, WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP!!! He shouted, and then sunk to his stomach, pawing at Primrose's neck gently, please... please wake up. He lowered his head onto Primrose, his chin rested on the boy's chest. please... A soft breath stirring his fur, which looked like the plumage of a baby bird, still soft and clean. He buried his face into Primrose's chest, even breath breaking suddenly in a loud sob. His body heaved with every cry as his tears stained the fur of the boy he never knew, and though he tried desperately to avoid the thought, he knew he was gone. Gone.  Prim's body grew cold beneath him, but Caerus did not leave the scene for many hours, crying until his eyes were red and swollen, sobbing until there was nothing left within him. When he left he carried Primrose's broken body on his back, away to his last adventure.