3/24/2026, 10:36 PM
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The suns beloved
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Cerulean had lost himself the night he put Vespertine to rest at the great ancestral tree, the sound of her pain muffled by choking on blood, and the way she looked at him like she knew this was meant to be done. It hurt the man so much so he lost sight of who he was, he could not bring himself to look at the pups, could not raise them himself, finding a wetnurse and someone to raise them when he could not bare the sight of their gold stained pelts.
Vespertine was his other half, his Sun during storms, and his hope in the darkest hours, and she was gone, he often visited her grave until one devastating day he found her burial spot dug up like it'd been dug from underneath. No traces of another wolf, and no traces of the body that was there months ago, hell even just days, ago!
So when he saw not even a bone, or a scent, he broke and hid in his den for days, not even the calls from his kids could drag him from his spiraling mentality. He slept on and off, reaching for a figure that hadn't been there in so long her scent was no longer in the moss, or in his fur, just the feathers of her raven that had long passed away without Vespertine's protection.
Tonight, he slept, slept longer than he had, too defeated to drag himself from his wallowing for his wife. He missed her so, and he desired her warmth again. So when he started to drop, his eyes shot wide and he yelped seeing fast approaching ground. Kicking at the air to try and stop it, as if that'd work, his eyes locking onto a gold figure on the ground, mellow, asleep even by the position, he want to shout, to tell them to MOVE but his throat caught when he was a distinctive mark on the top of the wolfs head, he knew instantly who it was.
He landed on the sun with a harsh impact, breath punched from his chest, leg twisted wrong as he heaved for his breath on top of a golden furred lady, eyes watering with numb pain as he stood up on shaky legs and staggered backwards, staring down at purple eyes much like his own, this was his Vespertine, his wife, his everything.
Vespertine..?