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I just want, to bring her back..Is that too much?
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Zarok had been in dwindling ages, old, greying and exhausted, he hadn't wanted to leave Vargrheim, it was his home but..She was gone, he didn't know what to do. The days were growing longer and less, comforting. His mind constantly spiraled into things that never existed in the first place, like wolves that stood taller than himself by several feet, sometimes even imagining he was soaring above the clouds once more but he knew that was impossible..
His body had been too weak to even lift the wings that once sat atop his back, now all that was left was a nasty bone deep scar that ached in the winter nights. Zarok wasn't prepared for this evening though, his entire body was weakened and exhausted, heaving each step to move forwards to the cliff.
Sweet Adelle..The golden sun in the lands of Vargrheim, where has thou gone..
The voice emitting from the wolf was rough, gravely and was none the less, ready to sleep. He sat atop a cliff, having spent most of the day climbing up it's steep slope, aware of the wolf that followed him. A son of his son, one that had wished on his death during the ceremony of his retire from war lord and simply to the king, he knew what was to come, what had to happen on this grim evening and he was prepared but..Perhaps a little, scared.
Zarok sat under the warm sun as it set below the horizon, watching the hue of it change from blazing orange to warm subtle pinks that warmed the coldest of souls, the sun set fully, and darkness cascaded onto Vargrheim. When the hells spawn would roam free, when Grendak would set out to kill him.
With a hum and a gentle swish of his thick tail, the wolfdog moved to stand on all fours, turning to have his side to the cliff and to stare at the snow furred male that was charging head on at him.
Grendak..
Zarok whispered the name, staring and merely grunting when he felt the impact of the wolf ramming his body, gravity did it's job, dragging Zarok's body down to the sloshing lake below. Green eyes stared up at Grendak, simply warm and yet as subtle as a mothers anger at mischievous pups.
He felt the harsh hit of the water against his back, the burn of water as it ripped at his wounds, lapping their pain away and returning it 10 times worse. That's when he felt his stomach drop, the water around him burned, worse than before, this wasn't lake water..This was ocean water, how though? How?
Zarok felt younger, stronger, no longer elderly and sick, and now had the strength to swim and fight for his life. Pulling his head out of the salty water and looking through the daze he was in, staring at the shore just in front of him. Several wolf lengths away, one that would normally tire him but as he swam, he felt strength surge his body, he wanted to live now, something in this land pleaded him to live...
Who though..Adelle was gone, Cristanos was gone..Well, was she? He had never seen her die during the war, had it actually ever gotten to her cabin within the forest? He was quickly dragged from his mind, a snarl ripping out of his throat at a bird landing just meters away from him, snapping teeth and growling, why..was he so angry? What had driven him to be so violent, would there ever be a chance of peace for this lost king?