10-11-2008, 06:12 AM
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Laaaa, I am slow. D:
He supposed he would have found it eventually. It stood out somehow, amongst all the other jagged and dirty rocks on the unfriendly shore. Vaguely, he wondered if Hell's Coast had looked the way this place did and he'd just never noticed. Perhaps it had only been beautiful to him then because it had been all he had ever known, the only place he'd ever lived. His only home, and he'd felt like the only one of his litter to have ever really called Inferni his home. Eris had disappeared so long ago. Andre had always been restless and full of hate. Rachias had preferred their father's pack. He'd been the only one that'd stayed. But now even he couldn't seem to bring himself back to Inferni's borders. There were just so many reasons he couldn't belong there anymore. It shouldn't have hit him just now; it had been true for many months already, but Arkham felt lost all of a sudden. He was homeless.
The grey coyote sat down opposite his brother's grave and shed his hood, sure that there was no one around to see him. He supposed it didn't matter much anymore anyway. He would speak to Gabriel soon, and then... and then he didn't know. Maybe he really would just leave. Rachias had their father to take care of, and he didn't see the point in showing up on their doorstep if she'd mourned him already. Somehow, he was sure he'd only hurt her more if he were alive. If he somehow got himself killed for real, how would she cope then? Arkham shook his head and sighed. Andre's grave was beautiful. He was sure their sister had put it there. No one else would have. More than he deserved, undoubtedly.
It was still strange for him to think that Andre was dead, that they would never argue or fight again. It wasn't nostalgia, exactly, but there was still an emptiness there. He felt a lot of emptiness. The sky overhead was overcast and gloomy. It always looked like it was about to start raining again.
He supposed he would have found it eventually. It stood out somehow, amongst all the other jagged and dirty rocks on the unfriendly shore. Vaguely, he wondered if Hell's Coast had looked the way this place did and he'd just never noticed. Perhaps it had only been beautiful to him then because it had been all he had ever known, the only place he'd ever lived. His only home, and he'd felt like the only one of his litter to have ever really called Inferni his home. Eris had disappeared so long ago. Andre had always been restless and full of hate. Rachias had preferred their father's pack. He'd been the only one that'd stayed. But now even he couldn't seem to bring himself back to Inferni's borders. There were just so many reasons he couldn't belong there anymore. It shouldn't have hit him just now; it had been true for many months already, but Arkham felt lost all of a sudden. He was homeless.
The grey coyote sat down opposite his brother's grave and shed his hood, sure that there was no one around to see him. He supposed it didn't matter much anymore anyway. He would speak to Gabriel soon, and then... and then he didn't know. Maybe he really would just leave. Rachias had their father to take care of, and he didn't see the point in showing up on their doorstep if she'd mourned him already. Somehow, he was sure he'd only hurt her more if he were alive. If he somehow got himself killed for real, how would she cope then? Arkham shook his head and sighed. Andre's grave was beautiful. He was sure their sister had put it there. No one else would have. More than he deserved, undoubtedly.
It was still strange for him to think that Andre was dead, that they would never argue or fight again. It wasn't nostalgia, exactly, but there was still an emptiness there. He felt a lot of emptiness. The sky overhead was overcast and gloomy. It always looked like it was about to start raining again.
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