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And All That Could Have Been

Breeze still carries the sound
Maybe I'll disappear
Tracks will fade in the snow
You won't find me here

Ice is starting to form
Ending what had begun
I am locked in my head
With what I've done

I know you tried to rescue me
Didn't let anyone get in
Left with a trace of all that was
And all that could have been

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Prior in this story to be rewritten: Mac killed 1 wolf after they fight, and stumble across a second dead hive wolf.

The taste of death and rot clung to his tongue, and he felt like was about to get sick as he heard the alarmed screeches of his feathered companion finally reach him as he seemed to find his way back into reality. He felt their teeth against his throat before he smelt them, the air was already filled with the overwhelming stench of death and rot that he hadn't noticed. His ears run as his face was slammed into the hard ground, blinking heavily as he struggled against the third attacker. The worked in groups of two from what he has observed, it seemed they were changing their game plan. His legs ached as he attempted to push the wolf off of him. Though their gaze was empty, emotionless, he could sense their rage. A gasp escaped the dark wolf, as he felt them rip his throat, causing the dark wolf to squirm as the bit into his throat once again, pinning him to the ground as he realised what they were doing.

They were trying to cause him to bleed out.

He was bleeding out.

His body shivered, as a cold wave washed over him as the adrenaline seemed to slow. Heavy paws scraped the earth, slower and slower as he struggled less. He could hear Ghostfaces' screeches as the bird attempted to attack the wolf to get focus off of the loner. But the pale coat turned his shoulder to the bird, ignoring him fully. He had been too cocky, underestimating the pale coats and now he was paying for it. Possibly with his life. Finally, the wolf released his throat as he noticed the dark wolf had stopped struggling. It circled him, just encase he was to get up as it checked on the dead forms of the other two wolves. Macgyver shivered, his body felt numb, burning up but also freezing cold. Was he to become another nameless found dead?

No one to tell his story.

The wolf left him to die alone, likely to regroup with other pale coats as well as to lick its wounds. Ghostface flew down to the wolf once it was safe, landing atop him as he peered at his face. ''Get up, its gone.'' The bird whispered, just incase the beast was lingering nearby. But Macgyver did not move, barely glancing at him as his gaze moved to the skyline. ''Macgyver?'' The birds voice worried.

How far was he from Mhor? How far was he from Kaldr, Talni, Rowena, Faolan.. Solune.

Oh what a fool he had been. Kaldrs' yells circled in his mind, her cries for him to stop and turn back. But he had not listened, charging onwards into the fangs of Cyaroeth himself. Solune ignoring him, her cold shoulder and glares. Rowenas' worried but kind eyes, as well as Faolans' smiles but uncertainty. Talnis' wide smile, happy demeanor even in the face of bad times had the strength to smile. Ha. He could imagine Solune snapping in his face, telling him that he had this coming to him, that he tempted faith. How he would do anything to hear the voices of his friends.

Perhaps they would meet in another life. But for now, he would allow himself to allow death to claim him.. he would see his packmates again, he could feel them around him. He could sense their calls, 'hear' their voices as he felt everything slow down. It was time, he didn't want to keep going. It was just an excuse, to slaughter those wolves. To kill them, to become as much of a butcher as they had become.

''...Thank you friend.'' Macgyver gasped out, his words slow and strained. Blood spilled from his mouth as he coughed almost choking. His eyes slowly fluttered close, breathing slowing as he went from conscious to unconscious in a matter of seconds. Ghostface shuddered, looking at him in shock as he pressed his face into the wolfs' neck. ''No, no.. no.'' Panic spread through him as he headbutted the wolf over and over. ''I.. I will get help.. please dont leave.. your story isn't done yet Macgyver, you still have tales to share and tell. Our story isn't over. You can't leave me yet.'' Before he took to the sky, as the harrier headed towards Mhor, ignoring his beating heart as he focused on looking towards the ground. Hoping to spot a familiar face, hoping to see a friend.

Desperately hoping someone would listen to his calls.

''Please hang on.''

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Description

And All That Could Have Been

Breeze still carries the sound
Maybe I'll disappear
Tracks will fade in the snow
You won't find me here

Ice is starting to form
Ending what had begun
I am locked in my head
With what I've done

I know you tried to rescue me
Didn't let anyone get in
Left with a trace of all that was
And all that could have been

Previous / Next

Prior in this story to be rewritten: Mac killed 1 wolf after they fight, and stumble across a second dead hive wolf.

The taste of death and rot clung to his tongue, and he felt like was about to get sick as he heard the alarmed screeches of his feathered companion finally reach him as he seemed to find his way back into reality. He felt their teeth against his throat before he smelt them, the air was already filled with the overwhelming stench of death and rot that he hadn't noticed. His ears run as his face was slammed into the hard ground, blinking heavily as he struggled against the third attacker. The worked in groups of two from what he has observed, it seemed they were changing their game plan. His legs ached as he attempted to push the wolf off of him. Though their gaze was empty, emotionless, he could sense their rage. A gasp escaped the dark wolf, as he felt them rip his throat, causing the dark wolf to squirm as the bit into his throat once again, pinning him to the ground as he realised what they were doing.

They were trying to cause him to bleed out.

He was bleeding out.

His body shivered, as a cold wave washed over him as the adrenaline seemed to slow. Heavy paws scraped the earth, slower and slower as he struggled less. He could hear Ghostfaces' screeches as the bird attempted to attack the wolf to get focus off of the loner. But the pale coat turned his shoulder to the bird, ignoring him fully. He had been too cocky, underestimating the pale coats and now he was paying for it. Possibly with his life. Finally, the wolf released his throat as he noticed the dark wolf had stopped struggling. It circled him, just encase he was to get up as it checked on the dead forms of the other two wolves. Macgyver shivered, his body felt numb, burning up but also freezing cold. Was he to become another nameless found dead?

No one to tell his story.

The wolf left him to die alone, likely to regroup with other pale coats as well as to lick its wounds. Ghostface flew down to the wolf once it was safe, landing atop him as he peered at his face. ''Get up, its gone.'' The bird whispered, just incase the beast was lingering nearby. But Macgyver did not move, barely glancing at him as his gaze moved to the skyline. ''Macgyver?'' The birds voice worried.

How far was he from Mhor? How far was he from Kaldr, Talni, Rowena, Faolan.. Solune.

Oh what a fool he had been. Kaldrs' yells circled in his mind, her cries for him to stop and turn back. But he had not listened, charging onwards into the fangs of Cyaroeth himself. Solune ignoring him, her cold shoulder and glares. Rowenas' worried but kind eyes, as well as Faolans' smiles but uncertainty. Talnis' wide smile, happy demeanor even in the face of bad times had the strength to smile. Ha. He could imagine Solune snapping in his face, telling him that he had this coming to him, that he tempted faith. How he would do anything to hear the voices of his friends.

Perhaps they would meet in another life. But for now, he would allow himself to allow death to claim him.. he would see his packmates again, he could feel them around him. He could sense their calls, 'hear' their voices as he felt everything slow down. It was time, he didn't want to keep going. It was just an excuse, to slaughter those wolves. To kill them, to become as much of a butcher as they had become.

''...Thank you friend.'' Macgyver gasped out, his words slow and strained. Blood spilled from his mouth as he coughed almost choking. His eyes slowly fluttered close, breathing slowing as he went from conscious to unconscious in a matter of seconds. Ghostface shuddered, looking at him in shock as he pressed his face into the wolfs' neck. ''No, no.. no.'' Panic spread through him as he headbutted the wolf over and over. ''I.. I will get help.. please dont leave.. your story isn't done yet Macgyver, you still have tales to share and tell. Our story isn't over. You can't leave me yet.'' Before he took to the sky, as the harrier headed towards Mhor, ignoring his beating heart as he focused on looking towards the ground. Hoping to spot a familiar face, hoping to see a friend.

Desperately hoping someone would listen to his calls.

''Please hang on.''

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