by Kanu Crystal
“I'm dirty.”
Himeko looked at her flabbergasted. “What you are is hurt. Sit and let me help you.”
“It's already healing.” Isis tried to run her hands through her matted hair but stopped at a knot. Her hands dropped by her side and she just stared at nothing. She looked broken, horrified, and pained. Like the weight of something was crushing her.
“Isia? Why are you here? You’re months early?” Himeko reached for Isia’s hand only for the other girl to back away at the touch. Those eyes looked at her with so much ice in them. “Isia?”
“I came back early. Consider this me accepting my role fully. I won’t leave your side again.” Isia turned towards the door, she could see the other woman shivering.
“That’s fine, just let me take you to the baths Isia. Or a healer.”
Isia opened the door, shocking both guards into a small step away. They relaxed and Isia didn’t turn back around. “Are my apartments ready?”
“They are not yet furnished. I was to handle it in the morning.” Himeko was on her feet now, gawking at the girls back. One of the worst pains she had ever felt was this ripping at her chest as Isia stood there. This wasn’t her wolf.
“I will leave you to it, I know how you love such things.” Isia patted the shoulder of one of the guards. “Show me my room.”
Before Himeko or the guard could say anything, Isia shifted. Her wolf looked worse than her primary form. The dried blood and missing fur told a story. She had gone through hell and had come out broken. Her eyes held no happiness in them, no hope. Just pain and what seemed like unbearable suffering. The wolf that walked away from her was not her wolf.
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My first heart,
Today I came upon a tribe of people that made me long for home. They have human tops and the lower bodies of horses. But that is not what is magnificent about them, no it was the way they loved. Though I still need to do much research, they tell me that they do not just mate in life. Their souls bind and mate for eternity. They tell me stories about old souls using some type of skin art magic that somehow binds their souls to one other. It’s beautiful how they can just know. Without a doubt, they know that they are meant to be with this person just by a tattoo.
You see, the new souls that don’t have the tattoo can get them. A trial, a trade, and an offering was all they would tell me about how the new ones got them. But these people, if their mate-- no, they called them soulmate-- died, they simply refused to keep on living. They only live up to 120 years, but a day without their love is... I asked them why they would let the one that lived kill themselves. Their answer seemed so logical. Soulmates cannot be born without the other. It’s how they speed up their reincarnation. I plan to stay and do more research on them.
If I am almost 900, how many years, decades, centuries has it been! Are you waiting for me to die? Mara's right tit, I want to. I shouldn’t want that, but I do. I want to join you in death and be reborn on the Isle of Centaur. I want to carry proof that I always have someone, now and forever, and that someone loves me back.
Today, I long to go home, take your bones, and bring them here. I want to take a sword to my chest and be reborn here, with you. You are my soulmate and I’m coming home. I will find you and bring what is left back. I want you to hear all the different types of music that I have learned. I want to dance with you. Sing with you. I know it’s only a slim chance, 750 years have gone by, but I want to try. If I cannot find what I need, I pray that death finds me. I long for home, and I will find it one way or the other.
With all my heart,
Akane Luna Drakus
First, thank you for making it this far. I have so many stories in my head and not much talent to get them all down. So thank you so much for reading, I would love to hear what you think. Please review!
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