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I'm from the future
That's the last thing they'll hear me say
As I begin to uncontrollably shake


The sky was a blaze of color, hues of bright yellow and orange, gripped by pink and purple clouds that blended up into an indigo sky as the red sun sank behind a mountain face. Alteron's dense vegetation was left behind so long ago, often one would miss these pretty sights. The trees towering above, with foliage that collapsed inward that only made it feel like it they were trying to suffocate their subjects.

His paws skimmed over the bridge in a brisk walk, and not long he was over the mote and leaving the sleepy kingdom to it's own devices. There was no work for him within Alteron, no, it was never a proper fit. In fact, even that hilly place didn't really compare. Nothing would ever be 100% home, his blood screamed Saboro. His face? Marked with the red of it's paint. This is what you'll always be, Saboran, Hawkeye, Brother.

Mind would drift to the sweet Katti, when the two had found each other in the dead of winter. He'd professed his love and devotion to her after all these years, and once more the two were apart. The beams of red-orange light bled onto the ground through the trees and painted the male's back in a reddish dark hue. He could find her, where she may be and stay by her side.

He'd been a way for an awfully long time, freedom felt just as overwhelming as when he and Blue Sister had escaped from Saboro. A crunch of leaves and the male would turn his head, his lone eye seeking out the source and head tilting as a figure slowly neared him. "WHAT!?" He yelled, tail wagging slightly.





You’ve got a warm heart,
you’ve got a beautiful brain.
But it’s disintegrating,
from all the medicine.
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                                                                     She was gone.

She was gone gone gone gone gone gONE

Kroni slunk through the brush, something hot burning its way through her chest. She wasn’t sure where she was anymore - she kept a careful eye on the stars, doing her best to use them to guide her way, but that didn’t mean she knew where she was.

But she couldn’t stop. She had to find her.

She was goNE

It hurt. It hurt like fire, like that hole in the ground, like claws in her throat. Gold eyes scoured the earth before her for just a hint of blue while she sucked air between her teeth, tasting the air on her tongue for that sweet scent of home.

Kroni didn’t know when Fini had become home, didn’t think too much about it. But she was, she is, and Kroni couldn’t loose anyone else. She refused to.

There -

Blue.

Kroni turns on a dime to push her way through the brush, and stops just as quickly when the voice calls out to her - because it's not her and its something like drowning, like being back in the abyss screaming for help -

And the voice is wrong, but she knows the smell. Sulfur and blood, jungle mists and poison. It’s faint, but Kroni knows that scent, carries it herself, and the heat is back as Kroni calmly steps forward, head low. Were there more? Was he alone? Had they found them? Gold eyes blink slowly at the striped wolf, pausing a moment before asking point blank, “Are you alone?”

She could take him if he was alone.




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this heart is a cathedral.
widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing
in the dark, arched marrow of me.

- segovia amil
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He was a jagged reminder to all who had inhabited that old, terrible place. Like any who bore the intricate red marks around their eyes, they'd done horrible things. Unspeakable things. Kroni was in shambles, expecting to find solace in knowing she had found her loved one, but instead she was met with a hard pill to swallow. Saboro and all it's horrid little pets still roamed this earth. They were very much real and alive, despite what the mind loved to tell her or anyone else.

But this monster was old and tired, his face weary and scarred, the years had left little kindness for Zasha, freedom was it's own choke chain. His fragmented mind did well under the chaotic structure of Saboro's old ways. Where love was twisted into a weapon to tear down a most beloved brother's foes. But now, his mind and body could wander unhinged and without much purpose. It was a hell of a scary way to live, but it was a way.

Lone red eye trained on the girl, his mind buzzed, but he barely remembered her in a swarm of faces. But he knew she was from their home, his home. I'm not who you're looking for, and you're not who I'm looking for. We're both equally disappointed in each, darling. As she lowered her head, Zasha would hold his higher, looking down at her from his muzzle. A memory fluttered of his Harrier partner's children, Marou? But Kroni's words came soft and calmly, though Zasha merely quirked a brow at her. "Yeeees, yes. Alone." Came a shrill hiss, tail flicking behind him like an impatient cat.

Somewhere in the quiet woods a mother hid away in an old hollowed out willow, curled tightly around a brood of twelve. Somewhere she waited for him to return, his mind so far away and always with her. "Why, why? WHY." He croaked aloud, titling his head slightly that the setting sun caught the red of his eye and tattoos. He moved forward,  lumbering like a tired giant, closing whatever distance was between them.

It had been a long time since he'd fought anybody, ripping into Sappara had soured the need, The world was cruel, but not as cruel as what Saboro forced them to be. The girl before him was just another victim, one who knew of loss, but in a different way. Zasha had a home and a loved one to get back to, Kroni was only hoping that hers still existed. "Saboro." He said coolly, unsure and seemingly uncaring if the word triggered any sort of feelings from the girl. "From Saboro. ZASHA, ZASHA, ZASHA!! From SABORO!" He cried loudly, fur bristling slightly as he did so. Now that all of his cards were laid out so clearly for her, he'd ask again. "What, WHAT, WHAAAAAAAAT?!" The both of them probably thinking at this point, I didn't come this far, I didn't survive this long, for.... THIS.

Something old, yet familiar stirred in the ex-Hawkeye.






You’ve got a warm heart,
you’ve got a beautiful brain.
But it’s disintegrating,
from all the medicine.
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