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[Wolfe]

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Wolfe's eyes were bleary from the moisture that had amassed itself in them. He told himself that it was an involuntary action, that he hadn't let himself show weakness, but he couldn't fight the truth that his emotions had overcome him. In the darkness of himself, he now found solace in the fact that he did have some weakness. Maybe he would die, maybe his pain would be ended.

No. He couldn't think that way. He mustn't. His mind drifted away from the shadows inside him, to the shadows that surrounded him. In the small stand of trees in which he had made his camp, little stirred. The birds and squirrels and rabbits had fled since he made his home there. Fleeing a predator, he knew, and he did not blame them. Even he did not want to be near himself at that time.

Alas, he couldn't cut himself away from his pain, and he chose instead to embrace it. With his hair wildly flying, some of it plastered to his face from sweat, he would hack away at trees with an old and rusted axe until the tree fell, as he wished he could. He wished he would make a mistake, at times, and move a little too slowly. If he was pinned under the weight of a hundred years of growth, maybe his own sorrows wouldn't seem so significant.

He laid his head upon a pillow he had made from brush and leaves, and stared up at the stars through the canopy of trees. He wished sometimes that he was born a different man. That his family hadn't been killed. That those who became his family later hadn't been slaughtered. That she... Alicia... hadn't moved on.

Wolfe remembered well the day that he finally found her, she looked so happy. She had a child, and a loving husband, and she was as beautiful then as she had been when they were young. When they were in love. He wished he had never left her, and just the thought of their time together left him with a pang of sadness.

And then he had found something new. She had moved on, and so would he. He would find something to trust in, something to love, and he had been sure he had found it. But again, as seemed predetermined in his life, it was ripped away. Torn from his heart, leaving him shredded and broken.

But a wolf's wounds heal. And when they heal, the hunter returns to the plains, with all of the vengeance of a raging storm, with lightning to stab his enemies and thunder to frighten the most powerful of men. With his teeth to tear out throats, and his claws to gouge out eyes. The wolf would return to the hunt.

Helpless was his prey, and not for lack of ability. The raw anger that surged up in the scorned wolf's soul lent it the strength of an age, of a thousand men toiling in desert sands, of a million locusts ravaging the fields of a village of sinners.

Revenge would be had.

[Miss Rhiannon]

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For a few, short weeks Rhi had been blissfully happy with her upcoming marriage to Fong and their baby that was growing inside her. Even though she was overjoyed, sorrow had settled into a part of her heart.

Wolfe had told her he would not attend her wedding under any circumstances. He had showed little emotion to the news of her pregnancy. He had been cold, even. Rhi had broken down in a fit of tears to Fong. Why was her friend refusing to be there with her during the happiest time of her life? Was Fong’s hypothesis correct? Did Wolfe really care for her in a way beyond friendship? She had felt something between them at one point – but it had never materialized – for multiple reasons.

Still, her friendship with Wolfe had grown strong; they had developed a connection she valued immensely. And now, it seemed she was losing him. She was losing a friend that could never be replaced. What could she do? She had tried once again to speak with him, but had only received the same stubborn, evasive responses. Yet, she decided to hold their friendship in her heart forever, and if he chose to come back - it would be there waiting for him.

As for now, all she could do was hope; hope he would not shut down…hope he would not return to his old ways…hope he would come back and be a part of her life.

Rhi thought of these things while sitting on her porch, the gentle breeze of Moonglow caressing her skin. When Fong arrived home, he greeted her with open arms. She rushed into them and allowed her worries to drift away into the far corners of her mind.
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aka - Brittany Tyven

I have only been married once. That was in consequence of a misunderstanding between myself and a young person.
-"Lane" in The Importance of Being Ernest