sighdragon

It was insanity. It was war. And it was over just like that. And all Gerald could think about was the fact that...he couldn't find his Slagar. The commander ran, his feet hitting the floor in quick nervous runs, searching threw the ruins of Onxy, struggling to search for the fire creature, his mate, his lover, his husband. Shit, shit. He ran as fast as his legs could carry, his arms moving rumble out of the way, slipping past medics, and other cadets. He just had to find him. Find his Slagar, find his fire creature...He stopped. The familiar blond hair...No. Gerald took nervous steps forward before he fell to his knees next to the limp

"If distance is what makes the heart grow stronger, then I must be a million miles away..." Suddenly, I'm startled awake! A gasp escapes my dry, chapped lips while my hollow ears echo with the trembling cries of the shadow stalking Hell Hounds, howling for the blood they have been dying to quench their thirsts with. I quickly examine the area around me to find that everything I had thought was real had only been the works of my imagination… the cruel and heartless bastard that it truly is. For Persephone had not at all been nursing my wounds, but suffering her own while I had drifted to sleep as she continued to lay cold and lifeless a