Lost without you
Gales echo through the valley, dislodging a leaf from the tree’s embrace in favor of cradling it within the winds. High does it soar, gently swaying in the strands of time, over rocks and rivers; Valleys and lakes until gently is it dropped upon the paws of a lone statuette.
Looking down, he gazes upon it with ears perked and tired amber eyes. The color of it—a vivid red taken over by spoils of brown signals the change of winter, and with it the bitter cold that has come to entangle itself within his fur.
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A lifetime ago a snowy memory plays. A land decayed and sleeping beneath the capsule of winter. A tall, lonely figure upon a border with eyes the most vivid shade of emerald. Her beauty unrivaled, her words soft and calm—She rings within the back of his mind, familiar and fair. His heart pulls forward and closing his eyes the wolf leans into it, savoring her ever-fading presence. “Don’t go,” his hoarse voice pleads, edges crackling.
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The snows have melted, giving way to a fest surrounded by friends and flowers, strangers and allies. The easiest words of 'I do' whispered into the spring air before the eyes of g ods and wolfen. Everyone cheers, throwing favors upon them and thus transitioning into the loud and distant laughter of them both echoing over the hills. Flowers as far as the eye-can-see rollover within the wind, giving their petals to the stampede of paws.
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The unrestrained yelling of birth was followed by the shrieking chorus of squeals. The large wolf pushes through the curtains of ivy covering the den to bear witness to the sparkling life before him. Those tired green eyes meet his, and he smiles lovingly at her.
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Seasons pass, the greying of pelts becoming more apparent. His hips have started to go, aching with every move. Her energy[mdash]once bountiful has met the same fate. Countless memories of countless nights go by, until one day it cuts. Torn is he from the world, cast into the winds of change.
Greyback wonders how she managed, How she went on without him? A tender sob catches within the back of his throat as he bows forward under the weight of sorrow. “Where are you?” He whispers, tears falling down his face. “Where have you gone?”