This was right. Deserved.
He couldn't do it any longer. His body literally would not let him do it any longer. And deep down, he knew there was no reason to keep going. He saw where it happened. His familiar black fur all strewn about, deep crimson stains in the frozen dirt. There was so much blood.
@Phobos was dead. Phobos had been killed.
Why should Pepper be allowed a mate so kind and sweet as the black wolf. Deep down, he always knew his father was correct. About the gods. About their ways. This was deliberate--a punishment. For denouncing them. Nature couldn't be this cruel.
The wolf's condition was declining, skeletal frame becoming visible beneath his thick coat. How could he eat now? How could he enjoy something like that.
His face was perpetually stained from tears that seemed to come at random. Small things that reminded him of the wolf. He no longer slept in their den. The smell was too strong. It was too...empty. Herbs wilted on the floor--the healer's most recent haul that he'd never properly stowed away. That he never got the chance to.
No, he didn't sleep in the den anymore. He didn't sleep much at all.
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They found @Val's body. Pepper had seen it. But that wasn't Val. Val had gone hunting with him just a week ago. Val had helped him look for Phobos. Val made sure he was still eating.
He was still out looking. For Phobos.
That wasn't Val.
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Thoughts is all they ever were. He'd never intended on hurting Phobos, never wanted to make a big deal out of nothing. He wouldn't. He was close with Val, and that was it. They had just been thoughts. And it was no crime for a wolf to think. Val was mated, and so was he. And that's all there was. That, and thoughts. And it was no crime for a wolf to think.
And now Phobos was dead. And now Val was dead. And it would just be Pepper and his thoughts. And no one's feelings could be hurt.
And this was right. Deserved.
He couldn't do it any longer. His body literally would not let him do it any longer. And deep down, he knew there was no reason to keep going. He saw where it happened. His familiar black fur all strewn about, deep crimson stains in the frozen dirt. There was so much blood.
@Phobos was dead. Phobos had been killed.
Why should Pepper be allowed a mate so kind and sweet as the black wolf. Deep down, he always knew his father was correct. About the gods. About their ways. This was deliberate--a punishment. For denouncing them. Nature couldn't be this cruel.
The wolf's condition was declining, skeletal frame becoming visible beneath his thick coat. How could he eat now? How could he enjoy something like that.
His face was perpetually stained from tears that seemed to come at random. Small things that reminded him of the wolf. He no longer slept in their den. The smell was too strong. It was too...empty. Herbs wilted on the floor--the healer's most recent haul that he'd never properly stowed away. That he never got the chance to.
No, he didn't sleep in the den anymore. He didn't sleep much at all.
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They found @Val's body. Pepper had seen it. But that wasn't Val. Val had gone hunting with him just a week ago. Val had helped him look for Phobos. Val made sure he was still eating.
He was still out looking. For Phobos.
That wasn't Val.
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Thoughts is all they ever were. He'd never intended on hurting Phobos, never wanted to make a big deal out of nothing. He wouldn't. He was close with Val, and that was it. They had just been thoughts. And it was no crime for a wolf to think. Val was mated, and so was he. And that's all there was. That, and thoughts. And it was no crime for a wolf to think.
And now Phobos was dead. And now Val was dead. And it would just be Pepper and his thoughts. And no one's feelings could be hurt.
And this was right. Deserved.
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