Ravensblood Forest been waiting all this time

Anger swept in with the unexpected force of a rogue wave, only to be forced to remain at bay as this was all a part of the plan.

Then came regret, and it was a flash flood that came when he began to break from the pain. He raised his voice only to find the dam that had held the river of his sister’s pent-up resentment was potentially broken beyond repair.

Fear seeped in like moss and mold, growing slowly and steadily, breaking down his crumbling foundation of conviction.

He learned not to protest. And his pain was too great to think perhaps she had abused his suggestion. 

His face was swollen, each eye swollen nearly shut, his cheeks striped with blood that dribbled down from each torn ear. His shoulders were dappled with puncture wounds from her fangs, and welts rose in the skin along his ribs from violent kicks that had bruised his ribs, in the very least. His once beautiful tail was broken and left hanging at a mid-point, a mast shattered by a cannon that was held aloft now only by the ropes that kept it from falling into the sea.

He gasped and lay with his teeth grinding together, chin pressed into the hard earth. He felt the press of each claw into the bloodied fur on his forehead, digging into the headache that threatened to send him into the darkness.