Frostfire Ridge it is not meant to be

for any IKK wolves

There was no doubt about it--Zamael was bored. Bored, and restless, too. He had lost Alarian to Delight--and while he was obviously over the moon for his brother, there was an underlying resentment that festered within him. He had not yet brought up the fact that he was here to bring Alarian and Eris home; he knew this news would not be met with anything less than utter resistance.

It was pointless. It was all fucking pointless, really. And for the first time since arriving here, Zamael started to regret coming. Only in his worse moments, mind. . .but it was a thought that did cross his mind, occasionally. Okay, more often than he would admit.

Today, he decided to go for a walk. Just a little walk to clear his head. Look at some flowers, check out the scenery, chase some birds, or some shit. Whatever made him happy, if only for a little while. Something to get his mind off Alarian, Delight, Eris, home. . . all of it. He set off with itchy paws, first at a trot, then a gallop. He climbed the ridge with an energy he didn't know he had.

It was quite beautiful up here, looking down on everything else. And it had everything you could want--views of forests and plains, ice and water. Even the sea was visible from here; the gray-blue waves tugged at his heart, as if telling him to come closer. He gazed longingly at it for a long time--too long. Contemplating the idea.

Like, what if he just fucking jumped from this ledge, right now? He wondered how long it would take Alarian to notice his absence, being so busy with Delight and the Chancellor's spawn. Once he did, then--how long would it take to search for a body? He could just disappear. Honestly. It would be easy.

He didn't want to die. He didn't even want to stop living. He was just utterly and completely fucking bored.