A sedated sigh left scarred lips at the sight, heart pullin’ painfully at the graves tucked away of family members he ain’t ever gonna see again till death came knockin’ on his door. In the past, Duskpool would have gone willingly, but now? He frowned, uncertainty poolin’ into a frigid gut, black ooze fillin’ crevices and turnin’ his blood to slush. Right. No more of that. Shakin’ his helm, Duskpool padded forward, offerin’ a subtle grunt in Crowsight’s direction.
It reminded him of the times he spent outside of camp, nestled in a rickety nest that’d seen better days with brittle flowers Yukio had woven into the bramble that he’d never gotten the heart to dismantle till recently. His breath shuddered, sorrow poolin’ hotly into agin’ bone and tastin’ nausatin’ iron on his tongue. Oh, kiddo. I know. I know. He thought mournfully, starin’ at the scarred molly with blank hues, expression offerin’ nothin’ but muted calmness despite the roll of thunder his thoughts became — sickenin’ in every way.
Another reason life was shorter than they realized. If offerin’ any kind of advice, Duskpool would tell ‘em to seize the moment because really, it ain’t ever gonna be a next day so enough of the what ifs and i could have done thisp because fate waited for no one. It sure as hell ain’t gonna wait till ya pick up the broken pieces and put ‘em back together. No. Duskpool learned the hard way losin’ kin after kin and fallin’ into pools of despair till he laid chokin’ at night, muffled against his tail as he slept in a hollowed tree wonderin’ why them when he was the one that sinned.
“Come on, kiddo, let’s get ya warmed up.” He murmured, tone a low, gentle thrum against the early dew, wooly plumage sweepin’ the ground, downright refusin’ to glance at the cluster of graves that held familiar bodies tucked within the dirt. If she did wake from Crowsight, Duskpool would glide forward, offerin’ the molly a shoulder to lean on and pull whatever heat she needed in that skinny frame of hers. It was one thing to curse his wooly fur when the heat got unbearable, but it was a natural heater durin’ the colder, rainy days like this. “Ain’t needin’ ya to get the sniffles if we can help it.” He grunted, molten gaze glancin’ at Crowsight in muted agreement.
