Shadewood ulu ⚯

His decision felt lost, adrift the coldening bluffs of drifting snow winds while he tried to figure out any other way to make this somewhat imaginable. He couldn't victimize Kukutux for this...he wouldn't do such a pitiful thing. 

Glitterless glacials ran over the pale blonde fae as he tried...
Tired what?

Voices swam within him as loyalty to the pack, as resilience, as honor of any sort tired under this situation. He aimed so hard to please, to protect, to intermingle for the sakes of others. But it was clear Cry had already fucked up. Those same quiverless voices reminded him so many times...Love was not meant to be had effortlessly. Love would leave you scathed, whether it was by your own hands, or someone elses play. And now it would be either him, or Gwen. 

The torment roused deeply in his chest, the crashing of icebergs colliding in the atlantic, the sea scouring the graceless jags within  and out of the frigid heart...his heart...the heart Gwen had held with a key around her neck. And now because him, it was either a necklace,...

Or a noose.

Gritting his daggered ivories as he forced himself not to speak for the next four seconds, as his fear, his temper, his emotions grew out of their cage and wrought havoc on his mind. Cry had seemed to make endless mistakes since committing himself to Gwen...but for him to have given up his assassinhood was the worst of all. He was losing control, crossing clear borders and he was dragging heels to the gape of an abyss that he knew he had no savior from. There was no remedy, no panacea for this toxic embrace. Love had gotten him-
And now he was stuck, growing sicker with each passing smile, every laugh, every joke. All of it was releasing the hellish fiend of humanity in him. And Kukutux had managed to snag a single piece of him without his notice...
In a way-
He felt she knew it.

Finally, those four seconds were up, and he exhaled. Standing, a single paw gently pushed the plate of food away as he forced his mind to reel back to him once more. He wouldn't know what would come after this. But he would see this through the smoke and flames sure to follow.

"That won't be necessary...I will talk to Gwen. And we will settle this for good."

Cry was a lone soldier in a war he had never intended to be involved in...
But this war was his.

With intense meaning settling frostily over his cold eyes, the Phantom rose and left Kukutux, his shadowy hide a stark contrast to world arond them until the shades beneathe the trees absorbed him once again in their void overhang. 
And as his kind would, the ex-assassin disappeared.