Family Pains (Z/DEMIN)

[Addykins]

The smell of burning filled Thanatos' nostrils as he made his weary way towards what was left of the towers. The acrid smell pierced through his dazed brain, the fact his mother was gone lingered within his conciense and it hurt worse than any of the healing wounds littering his body. In a few places tufts of golden fur were missing while a chunk of mane was gone from the base of his neck from a viscious wolf trying to get to the flesh. His tail was dragging on the still wet ground and despite the bodys of both Shinkou and Giaku warriors burning around him Thanatos could not bring himself to look at the carnage that took his mother. His footfalls landed heavily and all he wanted was to find his family, to sit in silence with them while he thought of his beloved mother.

The rage that he had initially felt when he had spotted his fallen mother was too intense to even begin to explain and all thought had escaped. The wolf that had been snapping at his throat was dispatched without thought and suddenly Thanatos had found himself on the ground next to Phobia. What happened after that was a blind flurry in his memory. His long ears drooped and his eyes closed briefly as tears started to build up. Thanatos had stopped crying when he was just a bit younger, feeling himself too old for such things. He was a Druin, not a whimpering dog, but the thought of never seeing his mother again had him nearly bawling his eyes out. He was too young to not have a mother, too young to lose someone so dear. After the battle had dwindled and stopped the rage had been replaced with intense sadness and all Thanatos could do was mope. He had taken to patrolling the borders, far away from interior of Giaku but now was the time to find his father. He didn't think he'd be able to get over this without him, despite his fathers very stioc personality. All Thanatos wanted was to be close to the oreo druin.

[demin]

Quite a few of the Shinkou and Akeru wolves had broke through to Hatsuhi. Charon and the elite Royal Guard had greeted them. The Druin had whisked the fallen emperor Ammon away to the upper reaches of the tower, ensuring his body would not be desecrated, and made sure the invaders never made it past the first floor of the Royal Tower. But the battle was now over, and Charon looked down on the body of the captain of the Royal Guard, who had thrown himself in front of the former prince to protect him from a coward's attack.a large stone spike jutted from his chest, dead eyes frozen in rage. Charon stomped his right paw on the ground once and the spike immediately receded into the ground, then used the same paw to close the captain's eyes forever. The captain had been a close confidant to Charon during his brief reign as emperor and it deeply saddened him to see him dead, but order had to be reinstated, casualties had to be counted, and the dead had to be identified and honored. He hoped his niece wasn't among them.

The behemoth left the tower, seeing the vast field of bodies in front of him. With a shake of the head and a sigh he walked on through the bodies of his friends and allies, keeping his eyes out for any sign of his family among the dead.

[Mama Z]

He had been fighting elsewhere, along the borders that needed to be protected and secured so nothing could come from behind. He had thought his family safe, far from the reaches of the blood and gore, the anger and hatred. He had been wrong. And now...

now he wasn't sure what to feel, to say, or what to think. He had only heard it from a messenger and stupid him refused to believe it. But it didn't matter because he knew the moment he smelt the air he knew it true. Zephyrus had never been one for love or saying he was in love for Phobia. He knew what was going on in his mind but he wouldn't say it outloud, that had never been who he was. But all knew she was his mate for a reason. The slave had charmed the Prince and he had gone to great lengths to ensure her safety. He had failed her.

And she had failed her children. Zephyrus felt the fur on the back of his neck stick up as bitter anger course through them. Why had she done it? She had stepped into the wya of danger and for what? A stupid whelp who was so far hopeless in ruling their empire. An empress who couldn't take care of herself in a fight.

The Oreo Druin stood looking at the towers, his gaze moving to the very top where the royals were more than likely. He hated both of them for it. Two nobodies that deserved nothing that they got. Ammon should have died, as should have Lacri. And they were going to die. At least one of them would fall so the other would know the pain, the complete loss. Out of this entire battle, how is it they were the only ones who seemed to come out unscathed? Zephyrus moved into the towers, his full mission to kill.

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[Addykins]

Thanatos weaved his way through the bodies and the wolves trying to count the dead, trying to find loved ones, and trying to comprehend the massive death that had taken over the vast field. He swung his head away from a wolf wailing over another slain comrade, not willing to feel such sadness at such a young age. He felt as if he had lived a lifetime during that fight, finding that he didn't particularly like how the sense of preserving life had left the wolves that tore and ripped through each other. His heart had hardened during the fight, it had covered itself with a thick layer to protect from the sadness, from the fear of loss, and when his mother fell the last piece fell into place and he accepted that he would, and could, kill those who threatened him or anyone he loved.

Suddenly he spotted his uncle and another wave of sad relief filled him. He had known Charon was residing in the tower while he fought at the top, keeping the winged wolves away from the more or less innocent civilians in the tower beneath. He picked his pace up, trotting softly through the dead to reach his uncle. "Uncle Charon" He breathed with slight relief. "It's good to see you" There was a bit of a whine in his voice, a soft tone that let his fear and sadness leak through. Despite the feeling of growing up he was still a young Druin and the loss of his mother was like thrusting him into a darkness he wasn't sure he could get out of. "Have you seen father?" His mixed colored eyes stared up at his great uncle. "I..I" He lowered his head, not sure how to continue. "I saw her..." He shooke his head, before looking up at his uncle, anger and sadness dancing in his eyes as they glistened with unshed tears. "That Wynbain dog.." He hissed before falling silent again, lowering his head while squeezing his eyes shut to keep the tears away.