two sad canines  WORD COUNT → 452  There was silence after his question. The dark male stared at him, eyes baring his soul, mouth slightly agape. Tedros averted his eyes slightly, folding his right arm across his chest. For a moment, Ted wasn’t sure if the wolf was going to answer at all or just stare at Ted until he left. He considered leaving, but his thoughts were interrupted by an answer of sorts from the male. His response allowed Tedros to breathe a little, the tiniest grin crossing his maw for a moment. At least this wolf wasn’t completely despondent if he could afford a little bit of sarcasm. The red coyote’s body moved up and down as he took a rather large inhale, and then he began moving towards an opposing tree. Tedros Talik couldn’t help but feel that he felt the same way. Yes, he was okay. For the most part. He was surviving, settling into a new pack, still eating and fending for himself. But what others didn’t understand is that there was a part of him missing that would never be filled. There was an emptiness that he was continually holding at bay so that it wouldn’t take over his entire will to keep living. But he didn’t fight it for himself. He fought it because Cain had told him to. He told him to keep living once he passed away, and Tedros couldn’t bear to deny him that. There was a tree next to the one the wolf had claimed, and Tedros walked over towards it. He opened his maw to speak again, simultaneously running his hand over the bark of the tree before sitting. “My definition of okay has been pretty fucked up as of recently,” Tedros said, cursing for the first time in ages. He sat now, his left leg bent at the knee, wine-colored eyes staring at the profile of the other luperci. It was a relief for his body to sit since he couldn’t exactly remember the last time he took a break. “Usually, this is the time when I’d say, everything will be all right,” Ted said, rather quietly. In his previous pack, he had spent a lot of time cheering others up; purely because he was happy and thought anyone who wasn’t was crazy. Not so much anymore though. “But you know, everyone says that, and it’s not really true. There is no way that everything can be right again.” His last sentence was said a little more quietly, looking away from the wolf, imagining Cain’s warmth that had been slowly drained from his body while lying in Tedros’ arms. There are some that would say that act was beautiful. But there was nothing beautiful about death. |
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