You're here for a reason but you don't know why
3-1-3 OC

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It was routine at this point; every once in a while, during the darkest hours, he seemed to get trapped within his own thoughts. Trapped away in the worry, even if Ma tried to soothe his worries once in a while, it never helped when he seemed to question tiny details, like how his siblings had taken straight to being violent, whilst he physically was repulsed by the idea of mutilating things. He also often questioned the memories; despite Ma explaining that many have lives from before their current one, he still wanted to know why these ones made him dizzy and confused.

Tonight was no different; he lay by Idalie, something that had become routine as well. He sat at her side, feeling her back against his legs. He wasn't sure if she was asleep or not but didn't dare move away, just sat staring silently at his paws and gazing across the den where his parents and siblings slept. Why could they fit into the "normal" he'd seen, but he couldn't? He was Saxe, no? Ma even said he was; he was her spark, her Khyan, but he didn't feel it, didn't feel that burn of adrenaline when he hunted, and didn't feel that warmth flood his gut tasting blood.

A heavy breath escaped him, a paw lifting to rub at his eyes; feeling his muzzle was a little damp, he quickly rubbed it dry against the side of his paw. Slowly, he lowered himself to lie beside Idalie, staring out the den at the clouds that still hung heavy no matter what. Did he have something waiting out there? A destiny? somewhere that he'd fit in better at?

Sleep came easier next to Khyan. Dreams were softer, memories were kinder. She was sleeping now, her mind filled with nothing but romping through endless fields of wildflowers with a familiar figure by her side. He tackled her into the grass, laughter filling the air surrounding them, and Idalie giggled as she lay on her back, facing up. He blocked out the sun, his shadow eclipsing her, and all was joyful and comfortable.

The tang of salt filled the air and the scene grew somber, blue skies shifting to gray. Khyan's face had crumpled and tears dripped from his face onto hers, and Idalie's chest squeezed in sympathy. Why was he so sad? What had happened to make him feel this way?

Her eyes opened to find him by her side. Salt still tickled at her nose, though she couldn't tell if he was still crying. Her brows drew together and she curled closer to him, pressing her nose to his cheek with a soft hum, hoping to pull his attention from wherever he was currently trapped to her once more.

"Khy," she murmured, fitting herself flush to his side. "Can't sleep?"

You're here for a reason but you don't know why
3-1-3 OC

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He was quiet beside her; despite the warmth that clung around him, he still wasn't sure, and his ears flicked briefly when he felt Idalie briefly move beside him. Eyes focused on the entrance of the den, before the touch of her nose to his cheek drew him back to reality, purple eyes flickering to her for a moment, flitting to the entrance for a moment like he saw something, but what he had seen no longer stood looming in his view. Slowly he looked to her, muzzle leaning close, tucking against her neck just below her jaw.

Her voice grounded him further, even if just a murmur against the late-night sounds. Slowly he leaned his head back to look at her as she moved flush against his side, further against his ribs and shoulder. Softly he smiled, shifting a little to curl around her, head moving to softly settle onto her shoulders, chin tucked close into her fur.

Nah..I'll be fine though...I'm sorry if I woke you..