How do you Heal a Broken Heart? |Itzal x Aiode| by Nashatok, literature
Literature
How do you Heal a Broken Heart? |Itzal x Aiode|
It had been about two weeks since the death of her beloved mate. They had been together for so long, and the utter pain in Aiode's heart had yet to lift up. Every day she felt like her chest was gettting tighter and tighter every time she realized Vitto was gone. Every day she had something new to tell him, and realized instantly that he was not around for her to talk to. He had been her best friend. She did not know how she could get passed this death.
Even today, she wanted to tell him about the boar their son and her had caught. Robin was turning into a quite handsome young male. He was making his father proud. All she wanted to do was to
Another day, another set of dinged-up armor to patch up. As Aedus set the piece of freshly-forged iron plate aside, he paused to stretch his back, before casting a sidelong glance to Zios, busying themselves on the other side of the den. The cheetah who'd truly made Aedus feel welcome in his first months, who'd encouraged him to start doing what he enjoyed, what his family had enjoyed for generations. And now that he'd settled into his new role crafting and protecting the Empire alongside his friend and their father, adopted or otherwise, he was starting to settle into his grove. At first, he'd had issues trying to adjust his paws to a h
“Get down!” Karona’s hushed yet hurried whisper was accompanied shortly after by a set of deceptively strong jaws, pulling a very confused Nysa into a nearby bush lucky enough to still have some of its leaves, where Karona crouched with a wary expression. “Hunters.” She knew the scent better than any other, the stench of the city carried far farther than many cats realized. Nysa opened her mouth to comment she didn’t smell anything, when the scent washed over her, and she shut her mouth and slowed her breathing.
A moment later, a small but well-armored feline with a brown pelt and fierce eyes came int
It all seemed so… surreal. As Karona’s orange pelt tore through the woods as the morning light just began to shine, she struggled to comprehend everything that had happened. The refugees from Air Empire had but recently arrived, spinning unbelievable tales about the Hunters pouncing in force, catching the whole Empire by surprise, killing or subduing nearly everyone in a matter of moments. It was hard to believe that the Hunters would go to such lengths for an all-out attack, but the wounds told the tale, that there was no exaggeration. But despite the warnings, they’d believed that the Hunters would never be so bold as
The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and the cubs were playing. From the outside looking in, Shadow Empire seemed peaceful. Preparations for the Spring celebration, commemorating another winter survived, were well under way. The camp was bustling with activity, as everyone lent their hand to making sure the games were ready. But beneath all the bustle there was a dark shadow, lurking in the minds of many of the Gladiators. For just after the celebration was announced, Shadow Empire experienced the loss of one of their loyal members. And few took it as hard as Itzal, who had politely excused himself from the preparations to see to
How do you Heal a Broken Heart? |Itzal x Aiode| by Nashatok, literature
Literature
How do you Heal a Broken Heart? |Itzal x Aiode|
It had been about two weeks since the death of her beloved mate. They had been together for so long, and the utter pain in Aiode's heart had yet to lift up. Every day she felt like her chest was gettting tighter and tighter every time she realized Vitto was gone. Every day she had something new to tell him, and realized instantly that he was not around for her to talk to. He had been her best friend. She did not know how she could get passed this death.
Even today, she wanted to tell him about the boar their son and her had caught. Robin was turning into a quite handsome young male. He was making his father proud. All she wanted to do was to
Another day, another set of dinged-up armor to patch up. As Aedus set the piece of freshly-forged iron plate aside, he paused to stretch his back, before casting a sidelong glance to Zios, busying themselves on the other side of the den. The cheetah who'd truly made Aedus feel welcome in his first months, who'd encouraged him to start doing what he enjoyed, what his family had enjoyed for generations. And now that he'd settled into his new role crafting and protecting the Empire alongside his friend and their father, adopted or otherwise, he was starting to settle into his grove. At first, he'd had issues trying to adjust his paws to a h
“Get down!” Karona’s hushed yet hurried whisper was accompanied shortly after by a set of deceptively strong jaws, pulling a very confused Nysa into a nearby bush lucky enough to still have some of its leaves, where Karona crouched with a wary expression. “Hunters.” She knew the scent better than any other, the stench of the city carried far farther than many cats realized. Nysa opened her mouth to comment she didn’t smell anything, when the scent washed over her, and she shut her mouth and slowed her breathing.
A moment later, a small but well-armored feline with a brown pelt and fierce eyes came int
It all seemed so… surreal. As Karona’s orange pelt tore through the woods as the morning light just began to shine, she struggled to comprehend everything that had happened. The refugees from Air Empire had but recently arrived, spinning unbelievable tales about the Hunters pouncing in force, catching the whole Empire by surprise, killing or subduing nearly everyone in a matter of moments. It was hard to believe that the Hunters would go to such lengths for an all-out attack, but the wounds told the tale, that there was no exaggeration. But despite the warnings, they’d believed that the Hunters would never be so bold as
“If you think you can sneak up on an ex-assassinator, then you're out of luck, I'm afraid.”
Seidon stopped a few feet short from the snow leopard that was laying on the topmost step of the stone stairs that led into camp. It had taken him days to work up the will to speak with Saige, and months to even take it into consideration—she did, after all, mistake him for a lion who was not only his father, but also a Bounty Hunter...
Now he was wondering how in the good name of Sator she heard his approach without even turning her head.
"I have great eyesight," she answered his unasked question. "I can see you wi
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