As the season crept, he found himself lost in the thoughts that pooled inside his head. While he had cached one of the two hares, he had ultimately consumed the other one on his swing back around. Perhaps he was being utterly selfish, perhap he burned with the cause of the lack of magic in the air disturbed him. His thoughts had started to grow rampant, and the obsession had started to leak into his eyes.
Tiberius had attempted to stay away, he had attempted to re-evaluate his path in a favor that sung to him. HIs head cocked to the side and he did little in reveling in the thought of the familiar grounds, the soft indents of what had been marked as a familiar entry to him. The ground sloped, and his nose flared. His heart started to beat louder, and he found what illusion of hope he had carried slowly dwindling.
Hunting in the plains knowing that she had been ill had taken every piece that had left him stiff and dismayed. Claws raked the ground, and he poised himself with the planning that had burned through him. Wanting to see that black coat, he outstretched his legs as he pushed himself forward and swung around to view what had been their safe zone. What had belonged to him, and shared with Eden.
But now there was nothing. There was the dwindling scent that was all but falling away into the emptiness, and he knew that it had been days. Longer than he had ever imagined. It engrossed him as he shoved himself downward into the depth, his growling sound rattled through his chest. It was a lost sound, as he started to pant. Looking around. Searching.
Shoving himself against the walls, scent marking, the sound that was like a rattling and strumming sound. Like he was a hunter looking for his prey, entrusting his communication would be well met and given in context. But he paced, circling, looking for some sort of remnant. Something that would have told him that she’d be coming back. Looking for a sign.
He had known it was coming, but he had hoped it would have been otherwise. He circled, the growl starting in his chest. The rage, slowly, filling him as if he was being placed in a state of pain. Jaws snapped, and he swung on himself when his tail touched the cold stone. The emptiness, the lack of heat.
He should have been cheered that Spring was on the approach.
As his head tipped back, and the soft snow dripped a splash down on his forehead, he curled his lips up at the overhang in dismay.
“Eden,” He growled, stalking his way back out from the overhang, before cocking his head back again and crying to the sky. She wasn’t going to answer. But he pushed. Trying for it. Pushing for it. Even though his chest twisted with the hateful thought that she’d abandoned him with eagerness. Freedom. She was free.
And he was chained, feeling the pain quake through his tension-riddled muscles.
Oct 04, 2017 05:28 PM
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