Noctisardor Bypass to love is to destroy

@Crëyr

He'd known for sometime now, he supposed. And that made it hurt even more, realizing he knew that she was unhappy and still not doing anything to help her, ask her what was wrong, try to understand and perhaps change his ways. But no, he'd done nothing and she was gone. Where was she? The youth had left before dawn, tracking her scent trail to the edge of the borders. And she would most likely go to Swiftcurrent Creek, her previous home, why wouldn't she? And be greeted with open arms by Scimitar and Bazi who would snicker silently to themselves that they had been right, that he was a terrible mate and that Paar would leave him. Quisquilans, every single one of them.

So the silver outrider made his way back to the entrance of their den, no, their previous den. Her scent was still strong and he was drowning in it, drowning in grief and self hatred, drowning in realization, drowning in her and what she left behind for him. Why did the gods give with one hand and take with another, why were the fates so damn cruel to him? His father was right, for once. To love someone was to destroy them, and to be loved by someone was to destroy yourself. Never had the Roman let anyone near him, never breaking the wall he built around him, until she came and tore through his armor and tugged at his heart. The battle hardened youth had let her in, let her explore his heart and soul, showed her everything he had. And when she left, she took it with her and left the shell of the wolf he was behind.

Tears threatened to spill but the ashen male refused to let it flow. The lesson his father taught him ages ago was still hammered into him. The boy never cried again and he never forgot what he learnt. Aku might not be the bestest of fathers, but Shadow should never have forgotten this particular lesson for it destroyed him now, just like he said it would. He wanted to snap at first, send out wolves to track her down and bring her to him, then he wanted to find her herself and make her come back, then he let her go, his love for her was too strong for him to chase her down and bring her back to him, against her will. It never showed before, how deeply he loved her, he was never one to show his emotions, but now, he was just a shell of who he was and his heart stolen and broken, and he let her go.

The greyscale male slumped down by the entrance of the den, silver eyes weary and empty, his normally sleek fur ruffled and untidy. The Roman shuddered, wishing desperately to cry, for the salty tears to slide down his cheeks, but this lesson stayed and though he shook and shuddered, seemingly crying, he never did. He was the boy who never cried again, and he intended to keep it that way, for now.