Post by Atrius 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!
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!
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