Jan 20 2016, 10:28 AM
Time had stood still for the crownless king.
The world he'd known had shattered apart. The life he'd made for himself, his family, had become so mangled, it was hard to tell whether or not it had ever been whole.
At least the pain had eased to a dull throb now.
He woke one morning, cold and anxious. Wide awake. It hurt, the energy that suddenly flooded his veins again. It hurt as he sat up and blinked away dried tears. It hurt to realize... he was alone.
Amaria? He searched with altered vision to find his mate, but she was not within his sight. The space beside him, where once she'd slept every night, was empty and the stone, cool. How long had it been, since he'd seen her last? Since he'd felt her fur against his own, the warmth of smooth, draconic scales and that azure gaze so full of life. How long had it been?
Cure? The larger of his two daughters had also escaped his vision. He felt a growing sense of unease.
Remedy? The smallest child. The most broken of the pair, now, he assumed. She'd disappeared, too. She'd disappeared and now he felt a frozen panic weighing down on his ribs and he stood with a heavy breath and turned towards the gates of Canis with a stoic expression across his war-torn face.
Karkatas. They could not stay apart like this. This wasn't right. He'd let this happen.
He'd make them whole again.
The king rose his voice in a call that shattered the silence and beckoned forth his missing family. It was raw, powerful, and as it echoed across stone and crystal walls, he settled down to wait. They would come. They always came. He'd never be alone.
The world he'd known had shattered apart. The life he'd made for himself, his family, had become so mangled, it was hard to tell whether or not it had ever been whole.
At least the pain had eased to a dull throb now.
He woke one morning, cold and anxious. Wide awake. It hurt, the energy that suddenly flooded his veins again. It hurt as he sat up and blinked away dried tears. It hurt to realize... he was alone.
Amaria? He searched with altered vision to find his mate, but she was not within his sight. The space beside him, where once she'd slept every night, was empty and the stone, cool. How long had it been, since he'd seen her last? Since he'd felt her fur against his own, the warmth of smooth, draconic scales and that azure gaze so full of life. How long had it been?
Cure? The larger of his two daughters had also escaped his vision. He felt a growing sense of unease.
Remedy? The smallest child. The most broken of the pair, now, he assumed. She'd disappeared, too. She'd disappeared and now he felt a frozen panic weighing down on his ribs and he stood with a heavy breath and turned towards the gates of Canis with a stoic expression across his war-torn face.
Karkatas. They could not stay apart like this. This wasn't right. He'd let this happen.
He'd make them whole again.
The king rose his voice in a call that shattered the silence and beckoned forth his missing family. It was raw, powerful, and as it echoed across stone and crystal walls, he settled down to wait. They would come. They always came. He'd never be alone.