Lips like Morphine

Sitri stood as the grass swayed on the breeze and the full moon projected its pearly gleam onto the ground and he sighed. The world was changing at least his. he did not know how much longer his queen had before the dark kiss of death's guardian came and took her on swift wings away. He also did not know if Lecter would survive it, and even if he did if his heart would be whole. Sitri did not understand many things, but he did believe in true love even if it wasn't for him, he hoped others would get it and keep it and hold it close. And though it was a strange pairing it was a true one and he hurt for the male that would lose everything with one single little bite.

It amazed him sometimes how death could be swift yet also so long and it bothered him. His father had always talked about gods and heavens nad being good, but he wondered if there was such a thing, why did they let such terrible things happen to those that he or she or they supposedly loved.

For him for instance so much had happened to him in his 4 years sometimes he wasn't sure if he was even whole and fully alive. His emotions stunted and stuttered as were his words. The wolf he could have been had been lost to the wolf he was. And now the queen the wolf who had taken in many of the lands wayward sons was losing her life and her mind and it just wasn't fair. He bowed his head and studied the ground, who was he thought to say what was fair and unfair. The gods they took and they gave so what would those two gods Atka and Sos have to give back to them after they took one away?