It's time to say goodbye
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13th september,

goodbye AniWaya Sad

Dread was what filled him up to the brim as he opened his eyes and became slowly aware of the world. Tomorrow was the day, the day the world had been ripped from him a year ago, the day his beloved had been cruelly taken from the world by his own hands and the day his daughter had entered the world; tiny, sickly looking and inches from death herself. The man sighed and pressed his eyes shut, recalling, remembering as he did every single second. Neerona had become stuck and he had to cut the male out but was too late, the boy had already suffocated. Kailypso had then died from blood loss, leaving him alone with his mostly dead newborn daughter. Tears squeezed out from under his eyelids and created tracts through his fur.


Eventually he managed to pull himself out of his hammock and drag himself over to the armchair in the sitting room and with his head on his hand that rested at the elbow on his knee, stared out of the window at the world. Like a motionless work of art, a statue he waited and watched. Several hours passed by before he pulled himself out of his self inflicted stupor and realised that Analise had not come out of her room yet. He stood and stretched out his muscles before slowly making his way to her door.


He knocked and waited a few seconds before knocking again a bit harder,


"Analise?" his voice concerned and now slightly worried, he knocked a third time louder still in case she was sleeping heavily.


"Analise!?" He shoved the door open and stared in shock at the empty room, it was empty of any living thing and of all her belongings. He took a breath, then another and stumbled forwards into the once bedroom. The window was open and a cold breeze flowed in from it. White eyes narrowed in on a small piece of paper and a pen resting on the bed. He walked forwards numbly and picked it up, her neat handwriting filled the page. Not wanting to but knowing he had to he read it, his horror growing more as he progressed down the page.


Finally dull acceptance filled him and the letter was crumpled by his clenched fist. she had gone but that did not mean he would stay and let her go, he would follow. The pen was picked up and a note scrawled hastily across the bottom of it, spiky and messy compared to Analise's curly script, it was left in plain view of the front door, held down by a small stone. J'adore would find it. It took the better part of half an hour for him to pack up his meager possessions and belongings into thier respective bags, then another ten minutes to run down to the stables and fetch Faith. He moved with an automated quickness, shutting dwon the emotions that he knew might be able to make him stay, as much as he knew Analise was an adult now and able to make her own choices, he needed her to stay sane in this world, a lot more than she needed him.


The black mare was brought, saddled, harnessed and the intricate contraption of bags and belts attacked and secured into place. All in all it took just over an hour to pack up his entire life onto one large horse. The gypsical man had never settled in one place for too long so hadn't accumulated the large amount of knick knacks that others did during thier stationary lives. That he had stayed here so long surprised him really, several months of continuous settlement. But all that was about to change now, broken and shattered for good, as Analise had said in her letter AniWaya had never been his home, now it was even less.


Thunder rolled from under Faith's sharp hooves as she set off at a fast gallop, flying over the miles through the heart of the territory and out of the other side. The giant of a female launched herself over the final barrier, the fence that enclosed the pack, landing with a loud thump and disappearing off into the distance, horse and rider faded from the memory of the forest quickly, as though they had never set foot there at all.

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He had visited Leon's home in hope of speaking with him about help training the horses, but when he entered the cabin it seemed eerily empty. Normally, Ana would be heard, or Leon himself. Perhaps he was out though, because when he had gone to retrieve 'Quera from his stall, Faith wasn't their. Nor in the fields, and the large, black mare was very hard to miss. He walked in further and noticed two notes, one written in his neice's unmistakeable hand and the other in his brothers. Ana's one detailed her fleeing the war. And Leon's was addressed to J'adore himself. 'J'adore, I'm leaving to find Analise, I'll come back when the wars over, but I have things to do...' He only read part of it, only the bits that mattered. A tear fell from his eye, and a growl from his throat. 'Puta Madre...' he hissed, throwing down the letter and storming towards the door.


J'adore spoke aloud to himself, 'Why did he have to do this? Abandon his home in it's time of need'. His voice was little more than a hiss, 'Coward, disgrance to his country, his family, his tribe... Everything'. Spain would not take such a coward as his brother, the Austral name did not deserve to follow the name Leon. It would take a few days for his temper to calm.


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