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Like the serenade of a sole songbird, a promise of life beyond the blithering darkness, Chrysaliswing found himself gravitating towards the nursery. He prowled along the entrance like a shade-laden tiger, never getting to close lest he wasted what little reprieve had been left for him. He had been attentive to the border between the sacred and himself, for his unclean paws would surely leach into the ground below, poisoning even the brightest of lights with the purest animosity.
It was partially out of grief, emptying out the shell of a man until even that remained hollow, like bloodthirsty buzzards had picked away at any residue of flesh or sinew on his naked skeleton. Honeysplash had gone away and had not come back. If she were to return, the Skyclan warrior doubted that it would be for him. So, he allowed his misery to disembowel his very being, until there was no heart to beat and no air to breathe. It was partially out of curiosity, of how his children lived six moons of their life without him to show for her, like the vacuity itself propped up as a mere farce for the more heartwrenching possibilities. Their nests had been emptied now, recycled into the next brood's cushioning walls. In that regard, the emptiness proved to be a mawkish sentiment of the ideal life - not that he had ever been deserving of such a lofty vision. Nevertheless, the chimaeric warrior locked his mismatched gaze with a familiar feline, one of spitfire tongue and spooling stories. Moonshine pooled into glowering eyes, as though he bore twin celestial bodies of his own, divine glare giving him a rather strange and almost pleading look. Pleading for relief, for sanctuary, for answers. Lovage would not give them to him tonight, and yet, his countenance did not crumble in of itself. His shadow blocked the brilliance from filtering in, draped gently upon the ends of bodies that slowly rose and fell with the rhythm of restless dreams.
It was partially out of grief, emptying out the shell of a man until even that remained hollow, like bloodthirsty buzzards had picked away at any residue of flesh or sinew on his naked skeleton. Honeysplash had gone away and had not come back. If she were to return, the Skyclan warrior doubted that it would be for him. So, he allowed his misery to disembowel his very being, until there was no heart to beat and no air to breathe. It was partially out of curiosity, of how his children lived six moons of their life without him to show for her, like the vacuity itself propped up as a mere farce for the more heartwrenching possibilities. Their nests had been emptied now, recycled into the next brood's cushioning walls. In that regard, the emptiness proved to be a mawkish sentiment of the ideal life - not that he had ever been deserving of such a lofty vision. Nevertheless, the chimaeric warrior locked his mismatched gaze with a familiar feline, one of spitfire tongue and spooling stories. Moonshine pooled into glowering eyes, as though he bore twin celestial bodies of his own, divine glare giving him a rather strange and almost pleading look. Pleading for relief, for sanctuary, for answers. Lovage would not give them to him tonight, and yet, his countenance did not crumble in of itself. His shadow blocked the brilliance from filtering in, draped gently upon the ends of bodies that slowly rose and fell with the rhythm of restless dreams.
