[AW] drowning in old memories;

[Ankou]

The day had finally come to a close, ending the onslaught of heat and slowness. The moon had risen high in the sky, and the beast of shadow looked up with a faint tinkling of hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be the place he found them. Yuki and his twins. They had been missing since the implosion of one of his last homes. He didn’t remember much – only that he woke up and they were gone, ripped from him. His heart hurt with their loss; a hole that he tried carefully to avoid during the daylight when others could see him; but he dove head-first into it at night. Night was also the only place he felt comfortable spreading his wings – wings that he held tight to his body, which was so thickly furred that the wings melded with them. He hid his wings since he was a young colt, and Yuki was the only one he had ever willingly showed them to – aside from his children.   It was now, in the darkness of the trees that he stretched them again. Each joint of the pathetically small wings popped into place, a painful relief. He flapped them a time or two, knowing they were utterly useless to him. He would never fly, but then, he was ok with that. Ankou stretched out everything else – his neck, his back, his legs, and gave his wings a few more stretches before folding them carefully against his sides again. Aside from the benefit of hiding his wings, his excessive fur also insulated him against Yuki’s ice element. It wasn’t her fault she was cold – just like it wasn’t his fault he was black. She had struggled to find someone who could stand to be near her, and he had longed to find someone to love. Their pairing was a match made by the gods. There was no other explanation for it. And together, they created a perfect set of twins – the little filly with wings and ice; and the little colt with wings who was able to fly. They were perfect.   But they were also gone.   His heart ached again. Ducking his head, he started walking aimlessly, knowing there was a herd around him, and that he was not truly alone; but that did not stop the feeling of lonely from wrapping its claws around him. With a sigh, he moved, black eyes reflecting the moonlight and the faint stars. He still hoped to find them. One day, he would be reunited with them. He had to be.

Ankou Father to: Aine & Osiris (x Yuki)