Anguish [Open] Mar 10, 2016 18:36:09 GMT -5
Post by Iason on Mar 10, 2016 18:36:09 GMT -5
Although being in the others' company had been comforting, Iason was not a social creature by nature. He preferred solitude so it was solitude that he sought out as he wandered into the dim cave system, pastel orbs panning across the vast entrance. With a melancholy sigh, the albino male padded forwards and settled down against a cave wall, placing a paw over his scarred muzzle.
He tried to sleep, but could not. The wound of Amethyst's departure was still fresh upon his heart and it hurt too much to be able to quell; sleep was not, unfortunately, an option for the grieving wolf. It was so lonely to sleep without his mother's comforting presence, her soft fur enveloping her youngest son. He was to never hear her gentle, bell-like voice again, never to bury his face into her warm chest, never to watch intently as she sifted through herbs and ran through healing procedures... And that hurt; it so very hurt, a pain residing in what felt like Iason's very core, seeping through his veins like poison, tainting everyday experiences with pure anguish.
Iason felt anger. Not a raging inferno of fury, not a slow burn of hatred. It was an anger that was strange to define, not aimed at anyone or anything in particular. It was just... There, and it had been since the Maned wolf's mother had passed on, eating away at his mind like a parasite. And when he was not filled with this ire, there was a hopelessness, an emptiness that refused to be filled.
When the canine had first arrived upon Anikira, he had felt hopeful that he could start anew, live either in isolation or among other 'freaks'. And that had seemed plausible—it still did seem plausible—but it was just this feeling, either of some undefinable enmity or a despondent, woeful abyss consuming his emotions. Perhaps his hopes had been too high. Perhaps freedom from oppression, whether from his pack or from grief haunting him, was never supposed to be his in the first place.
Notes: Aww my poor bby ;-;