Stone Circle Deep Scars

OOph! Shadowposted lmao

The world had gone very still without Illecebra.

Perhaps it was simply his own mind, all thoughts ceasing as he wrapped himself in recounted words and memories of his love - from the moment they had met eyes to the moment their gazes had locked in her passing, falling limp against his side with a last breath. A great hole had opened in his chest, and it was vulnerability that leaked out. He had promised her, he had promised his love that he would continue to live even without her walking the earth, and he could not fail or he would be failing her; a thought that he could not bear. But how did he continue, now? Where did he go? 

Sometimes his fiery eyes blinked open and he smiled warmly, expecting his mate to come running into the den with a rough nudge against his cheek and a twinkle in her gaze - and then a cold wave would wash over him, smile dropping as quick as it had come when he remembered that she would never wake him again. Oh how he missed her.

The cry snapped him back to attention, and the man stood taller with ears pricked; he was quick to follow the sound, for it was one of pain. Mawk was a broken man, but that did not mean he would let another fall, not now. Not ever. He'd fight off the dangers until his own passing came, where he would run across the clouds and embrace his love once more. He'd not met this wolfess (though he did recognise Greyback at her side, who he hadn't really spoken to either), but he rushed toward them with a furrowing of his brows regardless, for he recognised her from the meeting that Valette had summoned them all to, and he knew her as a member of Easthollow. Easthollow wolves were family, so it was his duty to protect and aid where he could - "What happened?" His urgent, gruff voice was laced with concern, and the sight of staining blood caused his stomach to churn. The last time he had seen blood was the crimson spluttering from Illecebra's muzzle as she coughed and retched.

At least she was at peace, now.