Bittersweet Return (Yara)

Bittersweet Return (Yara) Dec 3, 2019 11:52:16 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2019 11:52:16 GMT -6

It had been a few days now since the spirit had decided it was time to let his so called son go free. Azazel didn’t know where he was going as he wasn’t given a destination, only a direction in which he was to walk. In the few days he had spent traveling he had already hunted and tortured a rabbit, tearing off one limb at a time as he ate his meal slowly, enjoying the cries that came from the small creature until it finally caved in to the darkness known as death. He had also done similar to a small fawn, though instead of tearing it limb from limb he gutted it slowly, tearing inch after inch of flesh until animal bled to death in an agonizing yet oh so thrilling fashion. However, after his two kills his stomach was full, stuffed really, and he decided he had enough of his games for the time being. It was time to find out where and why he was told to travel so far from where he had been spending most of his time.

Hours seemed to drift by as the wolf continued walking his pace slow but steady. Eventually, however, he came to a sudden stop as a scent on the wind caught his attention. Azazel didn’t know who the scent belonged to but at the same time…he knew it was familiar. At first he didn’t know how it could seem so familiar but then the closer he got to the source, the more Atrius started to fight for control and it dawned on him that perhaps this was a scent that Atrius knew but Zaz did not. Usually Azazel was able to suppress Atrius as he was clearly the stronger of the two halves but something about this new place, this specific strength, gaze Atrius the strength to, for the first time in a long time, regain control over his body and push his inner demon to the back of his mind.

What was just, a few seconds before, a strong and dominant wolf was now a cowering, shaking, mess. Atrius had forgotten what it felt like to control his body and his memory of the past couple months was a blur. He wasn’t entirely sure what all had happened but he did know that he was suddenly home and that he could distinctly smell his mother’s scent on the wind. She wasn’t far and though for a second he debated not approaching her for fear of rejection after being gone for the past eight months and everything he had done, his legs carried him forward determinedly. He stopped though as soon as he saw her a few yards away, wondering if she would even remember him after so long. “Mother?” he called, his voice shaky as he fought conflicting emotions; should he run from her, or should he run to her? Though he couldn’t seem to do either as his legs turned to stone, keeping him rooted in place.

Words: 502
Tags: Yara
Notes: I'm(we're?) Back!

Bittersweet Return (Yara) Jan 12, 2020 18:06:24 GMT -6

Post by Yara on Jan 12, 2020 18:06:24 GMT -6

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The Southern Isles had come back to haunt the wolves of Anikira again but this time the natives of the strange island were on their island. There was only one that the female knew of but one was enough. The brute she had confronted for intruding on Elysium’s was carrying some kind of disease whose cure has yet to be found. It seemed that those affected by it had mange and experienced a heightened sense of anger. The disease could be spread by just a single bite and any other ways it could be spread were unknown. Yara only had that information because she had been bitten by the intruder. Yara had only been able to get out of it by asking why he was on Anikiran lands. It was then that he let go of his grip on her neck and backed away. His response was that he had to find a cure which she assumed had something to do about the symptoms he was showing. The ivory and grey she wolf only had one last question was the male was done talking. Was she infected now by this unknown disease? He confirmed her fears and that was what led to the isolation she was currently living in, adding even more to the personal hell she was already living.

Yara was spending today just like any other day, walking around the pack’s borders to see if there was any sign of the canine who had attacked her. Even though he never apologized for what he had done, he did promise to bring her the cure once he found it. The ivory and grey female was growing more and more reliant on his return as the effects of the disease wreaked havoc on her body. The Elysium Devil was nowhere near as bad the brute was but the area around her wound had lost all of the fur surrounding the bite marks and the rest of the skin around it had blistered into an open sore that had yet to heal even the slightest bit. Similar sores had started the form on the rest of her body and they seemed to be growing in size every day. This made moving relatively painful at times but Yara had to keep everyone safe, not only from others but from herself as well. The anger that she saw in the male was starting the flare up in her. The Tundra mix would be doing just fine when all of a sudden, a strong wave of rage would wash over her. Yara would get the urge to lash out her anger on someone but thankfully no one would ever be there. What if she were to infect on of her loved ones? The Tundra mix didn’t think she could live with the idea of attacking them in the first place because she would do anything to protect them from such a thing.

Her thoughts of the fears she had were suddenly interrupted by the scent of another nearby. It was a scent she was very familiar with, one that had been long gone from her lands.The image of her black masked son flashed across her mind. Atrius had gone off some time ago without word and had yet to come back just like his father and sister. Was it something about her that drove others away? The Elysium Devil was started to feel like that was the case because of the amount of individuals who had left her. Yara ran as fast as her diseased body would let towards where her son had called out from. It took her a total of 30 minutes to get to where he was and she was exhausted by the time she got there. The disease had sucked a lot of her energy making it easy for her to tire but she ignored all of that and she into the large males chest and began to nuzzle him lovingly. “Atrius, my son, I have missed you dearly. Where have you been all this time?”

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