When It's All Over (open)

[Ryker]

Ryker hadn't left the dens since he first discovered that Shayde, his second mother, and his only remaining blood sister, Kyra had disappeared. The pack hadn't broken the news yet to the young pups, especially Zirena, Zephyros and Sypher but Ryker was older and knew what was going on. He was smart and new something had happened to them when their scents started to go cold. His sister was never one to stay in one place for very long so he had assumed that maybe she took some time to herself and would return but he always thought that she would have at least told him. They were never the closest siblings but they were all that they had left and now Ryker feared he was the only one. He couldn't help but think that the worst had happened to them. But why them? Why two of the wolves who mattered the most to him? Why him? It seemed like Ryker always had the short end of the stick or the bad end of the bargain. He had tried to be strong before but he didn't want to be strong anymore. He just wanted to lay there on his side in the dark dens and stare at the wall. His body wouldn't allow him to do anything else. The young two year old had been through more in his lifetime than most adults wolves have in seven years. He wasn't sure how much more loss he could take. The depression he was feeling was evident as he hadn't eaten anything in several days let alone left the dens much. It was a struggle for him just to stand.

He was a shadow of his former self and honestly, he was ashamed of himself for acting this way but he couldn't help it. He wanted to be the strong rock that nothing phased but the rock was breaking. Shayde had helped him through his brother's death but now who was here to help him now? Some wolves forget his age on account of his size but his life experience was limited. The majority of his life was filled with pain but he was never truly shown how to deal with it. Shayde had brought him hunting after his brother's death and then cleaned his face. He remembered that day clearly and with detail. He was only seven months old then and had just come to Descai. Zirena sometimes came in to lay by him or try to cheer him up but her efforts were useless. It seemed like nothing would ever pull him out of this awful feeling.

He knew that his father was in the process of selecting the heir to Descai. He hadn't said much, if anything about it but Ryker was smart and very observant. He knew that his father had been watching his offspring more closely in recent months than before and it was only reasonable to think that that was what he was doing but honestly, Ryker hadn't thought about that. He didn't even know if he cared about being the alpha at this point. Nothing mattered to him anymore. He didn't find joy in anything anymore. Maybe he should follow his mother and leap from the cliff and hope that fate would let him die. He didn't want to deal with the pain anymore. Too much pain. He had heard of wolves who bit themselves in the legs to numb their feelings. He wasn't sure if it would work or not but it might be worth a shot. He was willing to do anything to make it stop.

He wrapped his teeth around his front right leg and bit until he tasted the metallic liquid on his tongue. He let go and let it bleed.

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Once again Solo days had become into a boring routine to keep his mind and body occupied. It was just like home. Each waking moment seemed to become just like the other time and the one before that, but no matter how hard he tried to break this almost religious routine, he would find himself doing it subconsciously. Why he was doing it was something he could only guess. Was he affraid to seem attached to the new pack of his, curtsy of the strange but wounderful that entered his life as a killing angle? Or was he just trying to stop himself from thinking about the moment he would abondon his new 'friend' to he perfect life under the too watchful golden eyes of the black alpha? Either way, he wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon if he could not break the powerful symmetry.

But today was different. He didn't know why, or how, he just got up today and came to the conclusion he could stand it no longer. He wasn't going to let Atreill throw he life away to that aging alpha, who was probable passed his prime but still showed no signs of slowling down. But as Solo's paws once more got into its beating rythem, guilt and worry gnawed at the depth of his stomach. What if he was wrong? What if this was what she wanted? There was a lot Solo didn't know about the only living wolf he cared about, and he doubted he would ever know them all. But all he knew now was that he wanted to learn more about her, even if it did mean opposing the authority of a wolf twice his size and weight. Everything had seemed to perfect in his head, but now his doubts were growing as the strong scent of another wolf floated towards him on the slight breeze.

When the grate black and gold wolf came into view, Solo was starting to choke on his own breath. But as he neared with nervous, short steps, a musk of youth came off the wolf and he spotted the green eyes sparkling throught the darkness. A slight smile of relief tugged at the corners of his maw until he set eyes on the trickling of blood that flowed from the young wolf leg. Haunting visions of wolf blood shot before him, the hallow look of Ricky's eyes, the taste of his blood, sending shivers of both dread and excitement of the kill. Solo knew Ryker was going though a bad time, with the disappearance of the beta and apparently his sister. He knew only snip its of what Ryker history, since few wolves talked about it, so Solo just had to guess. He seemed to have no other siblings around, execpt his younger litters and his blood mother had never been pointed out of the crowd, had she left or passed away?

Slowly approaching the higher ranking wolf, Solo dipped his head in acknowledgment of the alpha son. Without asking, the older wolf sat down near the larger wolf and started fiddling with his claws. What's the best way to make him stop thinking of his loss? Well yours was running away Sneered his brain. Blowing a long sigh, Solo said in a low voice "It doesn't work" glancing down at his selfinflickted wound. "I've tried" Glancing back down at the ground, Solo started fidling again, letting his mind run to all the places he had advoided in his subconscious routines. Eve's beautiful red pelt, her emerald green eyes, all now just a blur. Solo waited quietly for a reply, offering his company if Ryker as so wanted.

Notes: Sorry, I'm so rusty and I've been swamped with homework Dx

[Ryker]

The numbing affect didn't happen as quickly as Ryker would have liked but after a few minutes he could feel the bleeding start to take the edge off of the stinging sharp pain he was feeling inside. He knew most wolves wouldn't understand what he was going through. He had been upset with his mother for taking the coward's way out but here he was, considering it himself. It didn't seem that anything was going to go his way anytime soon.

For a few minutes he watched his blood pool under his leg and watched the red liquid stick to his black pelt. He didn't know how he would face his father should he ever find out. He would be so ashamed of him, just like everyone else. What Ryker wouldn't give to be the favorite. He knew that Shayde had favored him over his brother but he knew that she favored her own blood children over him. She hadn't made it obvious and Ryker did see her as his second mother so he assumed that she saw him as an adoptive son but he probably would have favored his own children over an adoptive child as well.

He heard someone coming into the dens and immediately tried to hide what he had done by putting his other paw over the wound although he knew it probably wouldn't work. He was thankful that it hadn't been his father checking up on him or any of his half-siblings because God knew how difficult it would be to explain something like this to them. He didn't look at his visitor but by his smell he knew that it was Solo, one of Atriell's friends. He had taken a liking to the beautiful female just as his father had. He wouldn't have minded a visit from her at all although not today. He knew that his father liked her as well but he already had several mates so perhaps he would let him have this one. She was older than him, yes but age was only a number. He didn't really know her that well but he didn't have to know her to be attracted to her. He wanted her but he feared the consequences of taking her from his father.

When Solo spoke, he knew that he had found out about what he had done and gave up trying to hide it. He refused to turn his head and look at him for he was ashamed of himself but he would speak with him. "Then what will?" his voice sounded foreign to him. He hadn't spoken to anyone in a while. He thought that maybe Solo had the answer to his problem. Maybe Solo knew how to get rid of the pain. Maybe there was some plant he could eat that would make it stop but he wasn't too hopeful about it.

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This pack was no different to Solo's old pack, well he guessed all packs were roughly the same. Always the lower ranking who bow to the higher ranking, some are born with royalty, like the young wolf seated before him. But there were the ones who fought for their ranks, and Solo was afraid to do so. Of course any wolf would be afraid to stand up agaist the everyday, but one who had nothing to loss? Solo owned nothing, but also no one owned him. If he had to chose between being free or happiness, he would chose free. For you have to be free to be happy. But happiness wasn't something Solo was looking for in his short, moral life, he was looking for a way out. It was all simple theory, we all are born, then we all die, what happens inbetween is irrelevant to the final destination.

A mortals life is full of pain and loss, but Solo just accepted it, he was that type of guy. After the loss of his beautiful mate-to-be, he couldn't seem to find a way to fit himself back in the puzzel, like being a round peg being forced into a triangle hole. That's what Solo guessed Ryker was feeling at this moment, and he didn't really want to lecture the higher ranking wolf about the harshness of life, since this younger wolf had lost everything compared to Solo's one traumatic experience. One thing that Solo guessed he could say to the young wolf that Solo didn't have, a future.

After the Ryker asked, Solo's large blue eyes glanced out the dens mouth, the wind was picking up slightly, giving the trees a silent dance. A slight mysterious smirk played upon his black lips, if anyone had seen him, they would of guessed he was crazy. " I have no idea what your going through, s-" He stopped himself quickly, not wanting to say something wrong, so Solo quickly continued. "Think of the future, endulge yourself in the future, not the past. You have a great one waiting for you, I promise you that" Solo summed up, a slight sadness hinting his eyes. He has a future at least

Swollowing slowly, Solo got up. He wanted to say so much more, he wanted to say all he had learned from his years of grife, but the words just caught in his throat. He wanted to say you have to find something more important than his grife, something he would die for, not take the cowards way out. Solo turned to leave, then remembered why he came, dread beading at his forehead. "Do you know where your father is?" His voice cracking mid sentence, reveling his nerves. He justed hoped he wouldn't ask.

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Notes: Yeah... Not my best