He was on his own again.
What had started as the hunt for the lost had transitioned in to being lost, for Mou. Prevost was gone (Did you really even try to find them?) and with the separation of the Caldera pack, so were his last chances at a family. @Blueberry hated him (Is there any other way to live?); she made that much clear when he had last seen her. @Vesper had vanished (She wasn't yours to begin with!)
There was nowhere for him to go, and so he moved endlessly, pointlessly, through the woods and then the glen, to where the earth became hard and tapered in to mist. Hours of wandering brought him to a forest again, and it felt like going backwards; maybe he was.
The forest was filled with ice. The smell of the sea permeated the north-facing corridor, bringing to mind Undersea, of all places. The one place Mou had ever found happiness; before Onyx Hollow and the fire, before Niamh and Yuelong.
He wished he could go back there. He wished as he collapsed, unable to walk any further without fuel for his empty stomach, or mending of his broken heart. Laying prone upon his back in the shade of the trees, feeling the cold reach for him, as he stared up at the gray sky and mourned his entire life.
What had started as the hunt for the lost had transitioned in to being lost, for Mou. Prevost was gone (Did you really even try to find them?) and with the separation of the Caldera pack, so were his last chances at a family. @Blueberry hated him (Is there any other way to live?); she made that much clear when he had last seen her. @Vesper had vanished (She wasn't yours to begin with!)
There was nowhere for him to go, and so he moved endlessly, pointlessly, through the woods and then the glen, to where the earth became hard and tapered in to mist. Hours of wandering brought him to a forest again, and it felt like going backwards; maybe he was.
The forest was filled with ice. The smell of the sea permeated the north-facing corridor, bringing to mind Undersea, of all places. The one place Mou had ever found happiness; before Onyx Hollow and the fire, before Niamh and Yuelong.
He wished he could go back there. He wished as he collapsed, unable to walk any further without fuel for his empty stomach, or mending of his broken heart. Laying prone upon his back in the shade of the trees, feeling the cold reach for him, as he stared up at the gray sky and mourned his entire life.
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your hands can heal, your hands can bruise - by Titmouse (Ghost) - November 30, 2021, 08:16 PM
RE: your hands can heal, your hands can bruise - by Vesper - December 01, 2021, 08:10 PM
RE: your hands can heal, your hands can bruise - by Titmouse (Ghost) - December 07, 2021, 10:13 PM
RE: your hands can heal, your hands can bruise - by Vesper - December 07, 2021, 10:37 PM
RE: your hands can heal, your hands can bruise - by Titmouse (Ghost) - December 07, 2021, 11:22 PM