[P]  Cupids arrow strikes or fails

Zendelrin

8 y/o xlarge Male





 The siren of the night did swing her gaze down to the clutches of the frozen autumns embrace. Time seemed to be lost to the spell that forever bound the forest in hues of Auburn and Tuscany. The scent of remembrance pooled deep into the wandering reapers lungs. His body was heavy with the infecting chains of dejection. Whispers of words unspoken would haunt the depths of his mind.  He couldn’t help the uncertainty that triggered his thoughts to question if she had even cared that he had gone missing. Had she been concerned with the disappearance of her husband from their bed or had she merely accepted it and moved forward.
 
Sandy colored limbs carried him deeper into the frozen autumn forest. It was a placed that he had cherished. It was a placed that would reverberate the memory of when they had bound their hearts together. He could still see the image of them standing side by side as the autumn leaves would twirl with joy to their demise. At least they had bared witness to something so sacred that they could die fulfilled. It was that day that he had forever promised his heart to her but had those vows been enough?
 
He was unaware of the threat that had come to sooth the loneliness that plagued the depths of his wife’s heart. Yet, even with the distance between them he had remained faithful. The gods had tested him with the deliverance of his former obsession but still he had only tormented that possession rather than consumed it completely. For if he had consumed the very essence of that purpose then he would have fallen to the destruction of his moral compass. The sanctity of his words something he did not fracture.
 
So his ever-aimless paws, forever seeking his lost piece, did find themselves standing in the place he had many moons ago. Where he had whispered the words of forever and devotion. Did she come here in hope that he would come? Did she avoid the reminder of where they had become one? The worry that the gods had decided to keep them apart did dance around his mind. It was taboo for natives to leave the confines of their kingdom, and yet, had he not then his brother would have been lost far worse than he had been.
 
He was certain that had he discussed the matter with her she would have insisted she let it be. After all, his brother was in fact capable of at least surviving. The state of that survival was questionable but not impossible. He simply couldn’t allow anyone else to procure any individual that had been marked by his ownership. Each one of them belonged to him until their lives were called back into the great divine.  
 
His smoldering ember gaze would fall over the towering crimson trees. His heart would swell inside his chest and beat the song of regret. Would the Ram deprave him of the comforts of the heart? To pull away the arrow that had plunged his heart into such ruin? Would the heaviness of a missing half of a heart only full in the arms of its equal remain lost?

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Sonja

7 y/o medium Female
Bezalel, Male Crow

Her thoughts had practically become a war zone these past few weeks, she'd found Sohvren, the feelings which sparked between them had thrown her for a loop. They were incredible, she felt free, she felt — happy for the first time in months. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd felt anything more than bitter complacency, and now she was beginning to feel the burn of the fire in her belly, just a spark. But his return had not only brought her a joy she couldn't deny, it brought conflict, because even though her husband had been gone for months on end, what felt like an eternity, the fact of the matter was she was still married to Zendelrin.

Even though she began to doubt his return, wondered if perhaps he had fallen fate to some unfortunate end, or perhaps — had found another woman and taken her instead, deciding the journey back home to be too treacherous, perhaps not worth it. Maybe he'd cheated, had children on the way. The possibilities were endless really, and though he'd stayed loyal since they'd spoken their vows, doubt still lingered at the back of her mind, the memories of his treachery to her in regards of Satchel flashing through her mind caused her lip to curl. 

And how? How could she explain to Sohvren now that she had a husband somewhere out there in the world? After what they had shared, of course she had every intention to tell him, she couldn't bare lying to the man. But the mere thought alone, made her stomach lurch, she could already see the pain flashing through his eyes, the look of betrayal upon his face. Like she'd been cheating on him all this time — when they'd never been together in the first place. 

The woman sighed, brows knitting together as she sought the poor attempt to clear her mind, and just when she thought she might free herself of this turmoil for a few moments her gaze lifted only to land upon the familiar russet pelt of the man she'd married. It was here, that her aimless walking had brought her, to the place they'd said those very words, and here he was — how. He hadn't seen her yet, as she approached his backside. Her chest burned, ears drawing back against her crown. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, she was supposed to be able to talk to Sohvren first. No — now she was an indirect liar, to Sohvren...and soon possibly Zendelrin too. The woman took a silent breath, raising her head, she would not crumble under the weight of this. She refused. Her eyes flickered to her crow, who quietly lifted from her shoulder silently flying over to land gently upon Zendelrins back. 

"My love..." the words were barely above a whisper, they felt foreign on her tongue, it was almost strange. 


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Zendelrin

8 y/o xlarge Male







Words barley above a whisper did pierce through his heart. He felt the grip of anxiety begin to suffocate his heart. Had he truly heard her voice? He was terrified to turn and see if it was merely an illusion. He had felt there was no salvation from his aimless wanderings. Yet, he thought for just a moment he heard her call to him. His shadows whispered around him. Their voices carried confirmation that he had indeed heard his wife’s voice.

He felt as if the very essence inside him was vibrating with uncertainty. He hesitated to turn to her. His body felt as if something were pulling him down. The gravity of it was almost too much. He was, however, no coward. Slowly he turned his head halfway to look in her direction. There she was drenched his crimson, his blood red queen. The guilt of it almost swallowed him whole.

He collected himself enough to fully remove his body from its resting place. His shadows hissed with their concerns. Their grabbing whips did pull against the essence of him. They urged him to fade with them. They wished for him to merge into one and slip away into the settling darkness. He disregarded their suggestions and stood before her.

His smoldering ember gaze shifted over her. Scanning for any signs of possible injuries or was it possible infidelities? She had done nothing wrong in his absence. However, the doubt was indeed eating at the edges of his mind. He had vanished. How could he blame her if she had? Although he had ample opportunity to fall into the bed of his swamp queen if he had desired, he had resisted temptation. However, had she?

Faith had been apart of their vows. To trust that the other would keep the promises they made to each other. He reminded himself of that. She was his wife. It was a title that he had never taken for granted. One he had chosen for only her. She had done the same for him, but did she still desire to be his wife? Again, it was important for him to maintain his faith in her. They never would have lasted the trials and tribulations that had befallen them had they not held onto that faith.

“Sonja.” His voice was thick with his uncertainty. He hadn’t meant for it to sound so, awkward. They were no strangers to one another. Yet, he felt tentative about how to approach her. He wanted to run to her and feel her against him. To feel the softness of her fur marry into his. However, he knew her better than that. He knew there would be resentment for his departure (Abandonment). He couldn’t just embrace her and forget that there had been months missing between them.

The shadows around him tugged at the edges of his limbs. They began to disassemble him. Holes appear within his limbs as the particles went from solid to shadow. Perhaps he couldn’t help the desire to simply just escape into the realm of shadows. It didn’t help that a small part of him had noticed something off. The scent of another was faintly mingling with hers. He could not pinpoint whom the scent belonged to but he shoved the insecure thoughts back into the depths of his mind.

He did not want to fixate of something that could very well be nothing. She had been a queen before; perhaps she was collecting those that she deemed worthy of their future home. There were many explanations for others spending time with his wife. Except, he had been absent in those moments. Did she think he would never come home? Would it have been better if he had succumbed to the flirtation of his witch? He thought that was not the case but he was unsure what the gods had decided for them.


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Sonja

7 y/o medium Female
Bezalel, Male Crow

She didn't miss a beat, not how he hesitated to look at her, nor how he moved slowly as he did. Ears slowly curving atop her crown as his head swung around, eyes of fire sweeping in a halfway glance, but she met those burning embers. Unable to hide the resentment; the pain, the anger that burned within her own gaze, threatening to pierce through him like a sharpened blade, even as he came to face her completely her eyes seared, her heart burned, muscles growing more rigid. From his backside, among his paws his shadows hissed and coiled, like snakes ready to strike, but Sonja was unphased by them, used to their hungry beckoning while typically she would ignore them with ease, today she grew agitated. Audits drawing back the womans eyes snapped upon them, lips curling back to growl her jaws snapping in their direction in a demand for them to silence themselves. Zendelrin could not run from her. Even if he desired to run from the tension, the stress, all of it — she would not let him. 

“Sonja.” Her gaze lifted, taking a deep breath to try and calm her prior annoyance with his element, ears twitching in his direction. His voice was heavy, precarious in his approach of the cumbersome situation that had begun to unfold between them. They did not embrace one another, whisper sweet nothings in an attempt to repair what time had been lost, instead they stood stiff across from one another, neither of them knowing quite what to say. She held onto bitter emotions naturally, vexation consuming the core of her being. She waited, almost expecting him to rain reason upon her for his disappearance, excuses, though she didn't want to hear them, she did expect him to say something. Instead his shadows continued to pull at him, until they began forming holes in the fiber of his being. 

Her audits fell back as they triggered the rush of emotion; water breaking from a dam. "Do you want to run from what you've done?" it came off more demanding than she'd intended. The snap of her voice lined with the accusation of the rift he had torn between them. Little patience for his indifference or his hesitation lived within her heart, wings lifting from against her rib cage in a subconscious manner, they symbolized her irritation, plumes splaying as they lifted like a bird ruffling their feathers. 


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Zendelrin

8 y/o xlarge Male








Her ferocity was unleashed in a small demand of compliance. His shadows snarled with their rebellion for their master’s sake but his own warning purred from his chest. That was the women he loved and she was just as much in charge of them as he was. They withdrew around his paws like cowering children. Their murmuring hisses were reluctant to quite down. He hadn’t turned his attention away from her as he had acted as her supporter. He merely had allowed his shadows to know when to obey. Now was the time to do so. He didn’t need the added insult to injury.
 
Her words lashed out like a nine tails whip seeking for retribution. The accusation in her voice made the fur around his neck bristle. He was no coward. He had never been one and for her to even consider it. He could feel the edges of anger curling around inside him. His smoldering ember gaze shifted upwards and eradicated the guilt that had been plaguing him. His shadows snarled in response to his mood change. Their curling tendrils released their grip on the fabric of his essence and his figure was whole once more.
 
He took a step forward. The anger burning in his eyes as he met her gaze squarely, “Forgive me for my moment of weakness.He growled, the hostility in his voice was evident. He made no effort to cloak his emotions. His tail flicked behind him with his disapproval. His teeth bore to her as he moved closer, “I am no coward.” he snapped. His voice was filled with his own unspoken actuation. The scent of others lingered on her coat. Who was she with when he had been gone? The thoughts of it twirled inside his head like the hint of a sickness settling in over him. He was better than allowing ridiculous insecurities cloud his judgment and he left it at that, thoughts.
 
Part of him wanted this whole ordeal to be over. He wanted to feel her ferocity against skin and let it leak free all her anxieties into him. He wanted to sooth that outrage and remind her that nothing could ever keep him from her forever. He had a reason for his disappearance. One that required him to go and he knew she would have stopped him.  He had to find them. He needed to bring them back to their home where they belonged and no one else would have done it. After all, they all belonged to him.
 
The other part of him wanted to revel in his own outrage. Let her feel the sting of guilt for accusing him of ignoring the truth. He had searched for her. Where had she been? Why had it been so difficult to find her and whom had she been with? Again, his mind returned to the thoughts but once more he detained them. He wouldn’t dare accuse her of being unfaithful. “I have been home for quite some time, and finding you has proven to be difficult.” He said, the frustration of it was evident against the anger that still burned against his cheeks. It was an odd combination of emotions. “So no, I do not hide from the reality of what has transpired.” He stated through clenched teeth. He could feel the tension in his muscles burning. His shadows hissed with their own discomfort. He needed an outlet, and soon.




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Sonja

7 y/o medium Female
Bezalel, Male Crow

Tension was thick in the air between them, you could almost see it and the woman paid no mind to Zen's hissing shadows, her own pooling around her feet in response to the rush of ferocity which surged through her body. She knew him, oh, how she knew him, she could see the rage just beneath the surface of his ember eyes, crimson orbs of hers snapping as he took a step forward she would not waiver under his pressure her stance rigid claws sinking into the earth just to remind him of this. “Forgive me for my moment of weakness.” it was insincere at best, a jab in her direction, the woman only curled her lip at his snarl, deep growl rumbling in the base of her throat. He moved closer still, tail lashing, another sign of his agitation. “I am no coward.”  Sonja flashed him a look, it was both insulting and challenging a silent; are you sure about that?  

Still as he stalked close she remained stiff, her muscles so tight that she was sure she'd regret it come morning, her legs trembled under the pressure. And Bezalel, the usual calm and serious crow was growing agitated as well with the amount of pressure Zendelrin was putting on the pair, instinctively Sonja's wings rose more. Rising from her sides defensively  “I have been home for quite some time, and finding you has proven to be difficult.”  her ears pinned at the clear accusation. “So no, I do not hide from the reality of what has transpired.” the words fell upon numb ears. "You dare accuse me?!" she spat, lips curling back as the words snarled from her maw. You're the one that left. You're the one that left! the words repeated in her head. Her jaws would move quickly then, snapping suddenly for his snout she didn't aim to actually puncture his flesh but just to push him away from her if only just a step or two, she needed space, breathing room "Back off!" another shout of her growing frustration, a touch of panic desperation to get the pressure of his presence off of her. 

A single shaky breath

"Nidria is huge Zendelrin! Huge!" she shouted. "The scent...the scent, what do you want me to say? I'm sorry for having friends? I won't apologize for that!"

Ears pinned back flat against her crown, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath heart hammering within her chest. "I won't..." her voice cracked, finally her words grew softer, even in the slightest, her words exasperated. 


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Zendelrin

8 y/o xlarge Male







Those eyes did bear into him. The challenge in them almost sent him over the edge. He could feel the need lash out itching at his paws. However, he maintained his composure and allowed a deep breath to fill his anxiety filled lungs. The mere idea that she could even dare to question if he would own up to his actions was outrageous. Regardless of the stress of the situation he was not about to abandon it. His shadows curled around his limbs in a sad attempt to sooth him but they did nothing more than annoy him further. He had never been a coward and that look she had given him was like an ice cold slap to the face. Was that what she thought of him? After all the years they had been together.

Her reaction was almost amusing to him. Had he accused her? No, the thoughts had lingered in his head but the words had never fell from his lips. His thoughts shifted as he watched her aggression rise. Was she feeling guilty? Had something happened that should make him wonder? He watched as her jaws shifted towards him. Her loud snaps did nothing to deter him. If she happened to actually bite him then so be it. He would not move away from her. Space be damned, they would sort this out one way or another. “I will not.” He said, his voice filled with his conviction. It was not a challenge but a mere refusal to leave her alone. If they had to physically fight it out then so be it but he would not simply waver to her outrage.

Her words about friends made him begin to feel a little foolish. Was his mind creating things that were not reality? His insecurity burning at the edges of his heart and pushing forward the fear that she could possibly love another? Who had he been with when he had first set off to find his brother? She had been his friend and nothing else, even if she desired more of him. He had remained faithful to her so why wouldn’t he have faith that she would do the same. He felt the rage inside him begin to fizzle out. The embarrassment of his thoughts filled him and his ears fell back with his reaction. “Yes, Nidria is rather large. I simply thought you may have been looking for me, as I had been searching for you.” The hurt of it was evident in his voice.  It was true that he had left their home. He had to find his brother. The search had taken him much longer than he had hoped for, along with his time in the swamps with the swamp witch.

Had she simply given up hope that he was going to return to her? That he had abandoned her all together and would never return? He always had a reason for why he did things. Had she not thought of possibilities for his departure? His tail flicked behind him as he moved even closer to her. He was unafraid of how she would react. He simply felt like he needed to be closer to her. He wanted to sooth her but he simply stayed where he was as he continued, “I did not expect to be gone as long as I was. I assumed I would only need a few days to track down my brother.” He could feel he aggravation of his sibling’s insubordination riding up his spine. If he had to track him one more time he would probably just consume him. He had had enough of chasing ghosts.

“I lost myself to the hunger and became injured while.. hunting..” he said, he knew she would understand what he meant by that. While he had indeed finished what he had started, it left him severely injured. “The swamp witch, Amaltheia, found me and healed me for some time. Once I was better I continued on my search for Xzabri.” He said with frustration. He had no desire to explain himself but he knew, as his wife, she had a right to know why he had gone missing. Why he had vanished for so long.
 


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Sonja

7 y/o medium Female
Bezalel, Male Crow

 “I will not.”

He refused. Assuming perhaps that she would flee the scene if he backed away from her, when in reality she just wanted some breathing room. To be free of how he stalked closer, the invisible pressure that he was creating was like a tidal wave casting overhead ready to collapse upon her with the intent of drowning her. It made the tension between them bubble and broil more, ebony lips peeling back to reveal ivory daggers flashing with her growing agitation of the anxiety he pushed onto her. Refusing her any sort of release. Her wings would begin to rise, Bezalel, who had remained content to stay upon the safety of her back finally fled. His navy wings spreading to lift himself from her back not before releasing and angry ear piercing caw toward Zen's face. Crimson gaze would snap up to him, but this time she appreciated his backlash where normally she would shush him she only met his sharp viridescent eyes with silent approval as her wings rose defensively. Feathers splaying, something she often used an instinctive defense to make herself appear larger and intimidating. She knew it didn't work on Zen, but it could be used as well as a blatant display of her rage. 

“Yes, Nidria is rather large. I simply thought you may have been looking for me, as I had been searching for you.” she felt herself relax slightly as Zen's ears came down, curving back at his embarrassment, but he was about to feel more. She didn't hold back despite the pain that bled through his words. She was hurt too. "I did look, but did you expect me to search the entire time you were gone? It's been eight months Zen, eight" she let those words sink in. "How was I supposed to know when you were going to come back? You didn't exactly give me a time frame" she huffed large wings beginning to settle they dropped slightly. 

She grew tense as he drew closer still, but she did not bear her fangs this time - it was an improvement if only slight.“I did not expect to be gone as long as I was. I assumed I would only need a few days to track down my brother.” She watched in silence, eyes burning into his own pools of amber, eyes she had not looked into in...so long. “I lost myself to the hunger and became injured while.. hunting..” crimson ears would fall back slightly, her wings dropping more, beginning to tuck back against her sides. “The swamp witch, Amaltheia, found me and healed me for some time. Once I was better I continued on my search for Xzabri.” lips would twitch slightly at the word of staying with another woman, but she didn't comment on it. Allowing the silence at last to fall between them. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity "We won't fix this overnight" it held the promise of fixing it, just not immediately. how could he expect them to? She was not a fleeting decision in his life, that he could come and go as he pleased, have when he desired her and expect her to wait lovingly and patiently for his return. She was fire and ice. 

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Zendelrin

8 y/o xlarge Male







 He could feel her resistance. The fire in her eyes was so intoxicating. It was impossible for him to move away from her. He watched as her wings drew upwards in her attempt to push him back. He remained unmoved by her display and then her familiar asserted own aggression. His caw was ear piercing but he gently twitched the distasteful sound from his ears. His shadows snarled around his limbs with their own annoyance at the situation. Their curling claws circled over and over around his limbs as if they were searching for some sort of invisible comfort.
 
Her words poured out of her in seething hues. The time frame was not lost to him. The time away from her had been excoriating.  However, he had to find his brother. The pathetic excuse for a wolf could not last long without him. He had etched that collar so tenderly around his neck. Imprinted that twisted tango of need and hatred that left him constantly dancing along the edge of death and life. Without an outlet for that need he would fall into ruin and allow himself to perish. He could not allow such a distasteful thing to occur.
 
It was true he hadn’t even informed her of his departure. Perhaps the resentment she felt wouldn’t have been birthed had he simply discussed it with her. He knew she would protest his departure. Perhaps he wanted to save her the worry? He hadn’t realized just how long it would take to find Xzabrie. He had expected to only be a few days, perhaps weeks at most. However, his wounds had been difficult to overcome and it had taken him a while to recover.
 
Uncertainty washed over him. What did she want him to do? They had endured eight months apart. Was it too much? Did she desire for him to leave again? How could they piece together the edges of their marriage? He would find a way. He had never chosen anyone truly the way he had her. Not even Satchel got to have all of him the way she did. “I am.” He thought of the words, “Sorry for leaving without discussing it with you.” He offered, it was sincere, as he wondered how the outcome would have been if they had discussed it. Perhaps they could have figured out an alternative method of finding his brother rather than him just abandoning everything to do it.
 
“I know we cannot fix this overnight.” He said, his words were soft and sympathetic. He truly did care for her happiness. He wanted nothing more than for her to know how much she meant to him. “But we will fix It.” there was no doubt in his words. Regardless if she was hurt or angry with him, he wouldn’t simply roll over and allow her to walk away. Not after all the years they had together and all the experiences they had overcome. She was his and he was hers and nothing would change that.



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