It was a normal morning run. Bucky had headed south, veered around the mess left of the shoal two of his oldest friends used to live, and kept running down the clear expanse of sand, mind a bit melancholy. The summer sun peaked over the eastern skies, waves washed upon the shore and birds swooped looking for bugs or fish. Almost serene.
Until Bucky saw the body.
There was a stillness to it that made any shred of hope sink straight away, sink like the body itself as the waterlogged figure vanished under the waves. It was early, too early to be swimming safely. Sharks hunt at dawn and dusk, yet despite knowing the old warning Bucky plunged into the waves, expression grim. It was close enough to the shoreline that he didn’t need stay in long, securing a grip on a salt-laden scruff and hauling a smaller wolf out of the ocean and onto the sand.
He didn’t know until he’d cleared the waves. The scent in his nose was all salt water and blood, at first he knew only that the body was male. It was only when he got up onto the damp portion of sand and carefully laid the body down did shock made Bucky stagger, because despite the awful injury to the victim’s scalp there was no doubt. There was a long, winding scar down his side. An old one, not one of the multitude of fresh injuries littering his body.
He knew him. He knew him.
“No! No no NO, NO!” He was shouting by the end of it, one paw slamming into the sand in horror.
“RELIC!” He boomed desperate. “Come on, open your eyes!” Bucky braced both front paws on the other male’s chest. Relic. It was Relic. He knew it was hopeless, even as he tried to clear the water from a dead wolf’s lungs. This hadn’t happened a few minutes ago, and Bucky had known the moment he spotted the sad bundle of fur that hope had come too late. He knew those unique, green and gold eyes would never open again. But Bucky couldn’t stop trying, and when it didn’t work he fell back and paced around the body, unable to keep still as he fought the bitter reality of it.
“What the hell am I meant to tell those kids!” He barked desperately, as if something of the unshed plea in his words might cause Relic to magically rise from the dead. “What the hell are they meant to do without you…”
((Just noting, Erin gave me permission for Relic’s body to be found, even if this thread breaks my heart))
Jan 13, 2019 07:49 AM
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