The sight and scent of death.
He dreamed about it. Not only his sons now. He dreamed of a broken white body lying in the grass. A grey child crying out from the fire in her veins. No matter how much Pharaoh hunted and patrolled, another puppy had slipped away. And it wasn’t even his pack, but still… the prince was not oblivious to the losses of the Evergreens.
He could not continue as he had been. Panting, eyes red-rimmed, he finally called an end to the afternoon’s hunting and set to tracking down his mate instead of prey-scent. The beautiful clear sunset streaking pinks and oranges across the sky went unnoticed even as the trees began to thin. He should keep working but… he was exhausted and weary, and thinking of his sons and his sisters and every loss that had piled upon itself and he knew there was exactly one reason he hadn’t get joined the many who had turned their backs.
“Babette?” He called softly into the open space between the trees he tracked her to. He smelt flowers.
Mar 08, 2018 09:43 PM
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