Duck Lake aanniqtuq ☀

Slade had invested so much time into Cry. So much in fact that Cry had almost gone down an extreme path as his Mentor had. But grateful that he took time away from the gentle murderer to figure himself out, Cry had unwittingly saved himself from a life of complete damnation. However in this instance...Slade’s graveled voice echoed scandalously in his ear as he watched this woman surrender something which clearly held value to her. 
“Desire becomes surrender...and surrender becomes Power”...Cry had watched with a torn heart, each thump beating much more crevice into the muscle than the last, as he felt that lesson enthrall him. It held him an a bind, and the name of such a evil chain...
Power. He felt as though the fae had succumbed something forever to him, and in return, his influence over her could grow, could topple over and surprise legions with the same cascade of an almighty waterfall...
as though he could use this woman to rule all of Teekon. 

Sucking in a breath, the Phantom shielded those glazing ice shards behind his lids, and grit his teeth as he vigorously fought the demon within. His body visibly tended as it illustrated his mental plight, his indefinite outcome across this terrible time ranging freely to a side none should even remotely see. The ebonian struggled to free himself from these wicked teachings every day, every minute, but due to him growing lax, the woe and chaos had risen up in this moment of weakness. It had snatched the Phantom, and it vivaciously held. 

But soon the brilliance of Gwen had come once again to rid him of his scalding torment, as though memories of the perfection knew he was in trouble. Those sapphires bled a river into those crevices, filling the abyss with a miraculous and radiant azure that soon became a sea of simplicity, an ocean of forgiveness. Gwen had forgiven him of his trespasses, and her soft tunes, lullabies she had sung to him as he fought through nightmares of his own, hymns that had stuck to his subconsciousness had roared forth and engulfed the draconian of his manipulative Uncle’s draconian teachings once and for all in an absolute and silken wash of unbroken love.

The muscles relaxed, forelimbs and hinds releasing the strain they were stuck behind as though they were relieved for the pacification. Had he been alone, he would have collapsed, but the strangers perfume returned his focus where it needed to be. Here. With her, and her temporary offering. 
Those tormented glacials opened once again to the world, some semblance of eased clarity to them that hadn’t been there before. 

Gently he strode forth to the company, gingerly taking the sacrifice in soft nipping teeth, and proceeded to make himself reacquainted with the lake’s touch. It was uncomfortably cold. But only just in the shores dip, he placed the hide in the frosty waters, and held it down with a paw. 
Prematurely crouching, Cry braced himself to launch at the nearest target  who’d be attracted to the scent of the fresh and cured hide.