Goodbye to the past

Saluce Tremblay · 01-28-2012, 06:07 PM

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It had been a lot of effort, the sugarwoods where very near to a place he had once called home, so the effort to not think about such a close distance was difficult. But there had been many distractions upon the grey male, some came in the way of trading, others came in the tightening connection with his mate, and then others still with new connections, but as time went on and he became a bit bored with the festival his thoughts did drift. It had been almost a year since everything had unraveled, the blizzard had been the undoing of it all, and it had led to the eventual merging and loss of a homeland. He had tried to take the advice and not look back but he couldn’t help but know there was one nagging thing left in order for him to do so.

A day ago he had made a trade for some oils, flammable oils, enough to get a fire started. Enough hopefully to finally do away with some of the once proud landmarks in his memory, enough hopefully so he could look forward. The great big behemoth had changed, his mind was slowly starting to come to terms with what had happened, making the changes necessary to understand that as long as he answered to someone else he’d never agree with their decisions. And he also was starting to remember the bad that happened in Dahlia, to clarify and understand the things that drove him crazy. And he also had the lovely form of someone whom meant the world to him, the gold, cream, and black colored fae that was walking along next to him.

To look forward was becoming easier to the man, looking to their wedding, looking ahead to one day seeing blessed children run along and grow up into the next generation of their love. To look ahead to a day when they would maybe run their own pack and impart their strong ideals and nature to a whole collection of individuals whom they could call their foster children. But it became increasingly more difficult today, as landmarks started to appear that called back images of a year or so ago. He didn’t bother explaining most of it to X’y, knowing she wouldn’t understand some of them. The boundary had been passed a few moments ago, the scents gone from the invisible line, but the overgrown trails that he had so tirelessly worked to keep in order where still visible. The land seemed so lonely to him, the trees didn’t welcome him, nor did the animals that seemed to have filled the void. Walking along the overgrown paths the male remained quiet, only giving look to her when he felt the touch of loneliness hit him, using her to reassure him that walking along this path that he wasn’t doing it alone.

The trees gave way to the plains outside of wolfville, not too far from an old two story Victorian home. His legs seemed to carry him in that direction, digits starting to grasp as the oil carrying vessels. There was a building urge in him, knowing what he knew now of the man who had once been the owner of the home. The duality of the man and why he had fled Dahlia, rounding a corner there set what was once a bastion of Dahlia, the decrepit old home was in ruins, the home completely collapsed. The damage it had suffered from the blizzard would have been recoverable but without someone there to repair it, the once proud home sat in a pile of wood. He stopped almost shocked as blues looked over the pile, the oils he had brought where to get rid of any evidence of the home, to keep someone else from defiling it’s memory, but there was little chance of that now. His plan for seeking an end was thwarted, and he stood silently looking at the pile, hands falling to his side as the end he was seeking was done in by the elements already. Blues that usually held an unyielding fire behind them grew cold as he couldn’t bring himself to do anything other than stare.

Finally his mouth moved but no words escaped, how could he explain to her, about what the house meant, where Saul, Gideon, Nayru, and all the others had grown up, where he himself had recovered from a broken leg. How could he ever possibly explain to her the memories this place held.

“This is where Conor Soul lived, where Saul and his brothers where raised, and where Nayru was as well. My old home is a short distance from here…” he choked out, seeing it now as it was, heartbreaking as it was, it still gave him an ending. So he could move forward. Blues finally moved from the pile, looking to the trees surrounding the home and to the meadow out in front of the home. A soft smile slowly crept across his face remembering a happy memory, one where he had met for the first time someone who she knew.

“I met Nayru for the first time in that field, Conor and I were walking along, her and Gideon caught and pounced the two of us as only two puppies could.”

Image courtesy of Frau Böb@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

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