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I AM NOT A GOOD THING
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Two years. Her breath caught in her throat, reeling from before, from Mimosa and Amren proudly announcing their parents' names. Sola and Cain.. she didn't want to be around them right now, she didn't want to go to Roseblood and run into either of them. Her next guess is to find Finn where she always found them- and where she lost them.
Two years of desperation, anxiety, fear that another pack got ahold of Finn, that another hound god got to them, or, Mythal forbid, Roy. Two years of feeling that vague tug, the vague sense of familiarity and pack tethers dulled and pulled so thin she thought she'd lost them for good. To hear their name again, in a current form, spoken with pride and an eagerness to please, rather than nostalgia, sadness, grief that she so heard from the others. It makes her heart pound, her breath stolen from thinning lungs.
Malkyn had had no way to track Finn down, unable to go far enough in the Ocean, battling tooth and claw for an upperhand on the rough seas, fighting the cold that seeped into her bones at just the slightest glimpse that they were okay. It was all she needed, the okay that they were.. healthy. It didn't matter if they wanted to stay where they were, it didn't matter if they wanted to stay with Cain or get as far from Malkyn as possible.
(She doesn't blame them, after what they'd all been through with Roy as a pack, just because they were involved with her platonicly or romantically. She partly expects someone to approach her and demand she take the Darkness from them, desperate to get away from the trauma she carries around like a target on her back.)
The Alpha just wanted to know they were okay.
The partially paralyzed hound clicks loudly as the sounds of splashing and the ocean grow louder in her ears, using both her clicking and the sound of the ocean to figure out where things were and if she was going to walk into the water or not. Malkyn feels cold water brush against her feet, the smell of salt and open air on her tongue as she turns her head to the sun and slows until she's stopped completely.
She likes to think she's back home. Not in Tanglewood, no. That's not home. But back home at the small fort, stationing herself outside the gates as a guard dog to keep herself occupied, to keep her trauma demons at bay. She likes to think she's back home before all the shit happened, the smell of the sea surrounding her, the feeling of warmth and security that used to move over her. Before everything turned to shit and the trauma took over the pleasant feelings, turned them into anger, anger, anger.
[ i said this was gonna be a shitpost but instead its angst and if that doesnt speak Volumes about me idk what does; she's a little bit from the land bridge on the mainland cause shes a blind thot ]
Two years of desperation, anxiety, fear that another pack got ahold of Finn, that another hound god got to them, or, Mythal forbid, Roy. Two years of feeling that vague tug, the vague sense of familiarity and pack tethers dulled and pulled so thin she thought she'd lost them for good. To hear their name again, in a current form, spoken with pride and an eagerness to please, rather than nostalgia, sadness, grief that she so heard from the others. It makes her heart pound, her breath stolen from thinning lungs.
Malkyn had had no way to track Finn down, unable to go far enough in the Ocean, battling tooth and claw for an upperhand on the rough seas, fighting the cold that seeped into her bones at just the slightest glimpse that they were okay. It was all she needed, the okay that they were.. healthy. It didn't matter if they wanted to stay where they were, it didn't matter if they wanted to stay with Cain or get as far from Malkyn as possible.
(She doesn't blame them, after what they'd all been through with Roy as a pack, just because they were involved with her platonicly or romantically. She partly expects someone to approach her and demand she take the Darkness from them, desperate to get away from the trauma she carries around like a target on her back.)
The Alpha just wanted to know they were okay.
The partially paralyzed hound clicks loudly as the sounds of splashing and the ocean grow louder in her ears, using both her clicking and the sound of the ocean to figure out where things were and if she was going to walk into the water or not. Malkyn feels cold water brush against her feet, the smell of salt and open air on her tongue as she turns her head to the sun and slows until she's stopped completely.
She likes to think she's back home. Not in Tanglewood, no. That's not home. But back home at the small fort, stationing herself outside the gates as a guard dog to keep herself occupied, to keep her trauma demons at bay. She likes to think she's back home before all the shit happened, the smell of the sea surrounding her, the feeling of warmth and security that used to move over her. Before everything turned to shit and the trauma took over the pleasant feelings, turned them into anger, anger, anger.
[ i said this was gonna be a shitpost but instead its angst and if that doesnt speak Volumes about me idk what does; she's a little bit from the land bridge on the mainland cause shes a blind thot ]
MALKYN RHODES — ALPHA HELLHOUND — TANGLEWOOD CHASER — TAGS
& YOU'RE ALL BRONZE AND BITE, ALL VENOM AND FISTFIGHT. YOU'RE THE DAWN THAT RISES BLOODY AND WRECKS SHIPS IN ITS WAKE, BUT YOU'RE A SIREN TOO, SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE ACHING HEART OF YOU. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]