"Cressida was once the pinical of our community. The capital. The beacon for our kin to meet, find mates, repopulate and not forgetting the home to our king and Queen.
But once the blood moon rised so did it the darkness it carried, seeping from the shadows blanketing the town in deep shades of red and echoed screams. No one was safe from the blackened wolf with the silver eyes dragging parents from their slumbers and feeding on their young. A city once bustling with life now burned. Nothing more than an ashened grave yard. One where no one shall return to mourn.
I stand in the mids of the pack, listening to the tales of the black wolf, his silver eyes. How the rise of the blood moon is what must cause him to be reborn and brought again to rain his terror on the pack as a lasting reminder to fear. We take turns leaving our offering of flowers to the lake that flows and connects to the sister villages. Once we see the river fill with the floral offerings from the previous village, it is then onto the next village to share their turn of the tale and offer our lost loves flowers of grief but with it meaning of new life.
My hands release the wreath, full of forget me not's. Pausing briefly to allow the cold currents to pass smoothly through parted fingers. Eyes closing, the evening is always so quiet. The pack splits into their comforting groups, me all alone.
I find my comfort climbing the tallest of cliffs, like now. Rocks that are sharpened, threatening to cut me loose from its surface. Reach after reach, determination increased I break through to the clearing. Seated and assessing the damage to my palms, the wounds seem superficial, especially since the cells already begin to sow themselves back together.
"Two a crowd ?" Quick shake of my head to the familiar, he sits
"Want to talk about it ?" Our eyes connect briefly, fleeting like the passing of old memories. Kylo flicks through my mind smiling wide, perfect teeth as the sun gleams through the trees. Smell of moss filled with the moans passing our lips, answering our urges and his bright laughter. Like the flutter of pages till the book slams, shut.
"No where to be ?" Passes with a sigh, my legs swinging clear of the ledge
"No where important" scoffing his head rolling to the rising moon
"Doubt Mila would be happy to hear that" throwing a glance over my shoulder, Kylo smirks
"What about you?"
"What about me ?" kylo's thumb brushes my knuckles, brown eyes looking to lips. Instinctively, I pull away as he sighs
"Always a lone wolf..." I scoff again
"Ahh, kylo, I aren't interested in no games" he looks hurt but respects it
"What are you interested in ?"
"Time, space" looking to the stars
"We were something, wasn't we ?" Voice hinted with longing. Looking to him again, strong features present even in the growing shadows
"When we were kids. It was puppy love, nothing more" offering a small smile ignoring the tightening of my chest
"How you feeling about the service ?" The change of conversation more than welcome
"Hard, I barely remember anything about them" sighing throwing a stone
"Forget me not's?" I nod
"Really, you need to stop being such a creep." This causes him to laugh, bringing a small one from me
"What do you remember ?" Features curious
"Erm, I remember the tightness in my stomach, the smell of smoke crushing my chest. Screams close and yet distant and slipping ... falling maybe ... " Eyes closed, I see the vague shadow of a hunched figure, cradling the body of my mother, her hand stretched to mine while blood pools around her, then .. loss of consciousness
Eyes opening, I feel the heat of his skin to mine, his breath tickling my cheek
"You alright ?" Nodding, I look to his lips then to his eyes, swallowing
"You can ... you know .. " space decreasing between us. My palm presses to his chest, heart hammering
"Stop. I can't, .. not to Mila and not to myself" His lips tighten, but he slips back. I can't take this anymore
"See you around." Standing, I dive from the cliff, eyes gleam over the edge watching my descent of the rough surface.
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Currents of the open water settles at my hips. Exhaling I allow the cold entry. Watching the last of the blooms to pass through the river bringing with it the smells of spring. Fingertips trace the gentle petals, their softness like a feathered kiss. A smile plays on my lips as a cluster of white lillies catch my eye, a pungent smell tainting their petals as dark speckles mark their beauty
"What the .." Fingers collecting the darkened liquid my jaw drops. Objects litter the river, squinting they float close limp and lifeless
"No ... noo" The river that surrounds me runs crimson as old and new faces float past me, their bodies like bobbing apples. A howl ripples free from my throat, arms bring with it a body, now de-tangled from my thigh, I cradle the remains of an adolescent. A boy with the markings that could only be caused by the puncture of kanines.
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Lupus
WerewolfErebus is a rogue, a leader, an ass in a pack that has no Alpha, lurking only in the shadows wanting what isn't his and ruthless in his techniques to try and take it. The bogey man to the Cresent clan and the legend to the downfall that was once the...
