(LOST: Orion) - Lost In The Shadows
[Yah, I decided that trying to keep seperate journals for PCS was becoming increasingly difficult. So for the moment, until I feel otherwise, Orion is taking a room at the Julian Boarding House. Deal ... I know that you can.]
Wind blows hard, but it doesn't matter
'Cause when the sun goes down
Nothing else matters
The line is where the night lies
I will wait outside her window tonight
The wind howls cold and harsh. Flurries ride upon the breezy tendrils of this night. Even the Season itself mourns their passing … and cries along with a wife, fellows-in-arms and countless friends. And further still, others do not know of another that has left their ranks to join the others; one who was himself Winter. And the Season mourns just a bit more.
His eyes scan the grounds surrounding The Praesidium house. Edria is inside now, under Dog’s watchful vigilance. Likely Kalen is inside as well, given the circumstances. The Praesidium, The Order of the Isle, Rolling Storms and numerous others are all gathered under their varied roofs and their minds undoubtedly recount the tales and memories of those who have passed from the lives of those who have been touched. Tears will continue to be shed much as this stormfront’s flurries continue to fall. The wind and the snow ebbing and flowing like the tide on a beach. And tonight, a few new stars are added to the constellations above and shine a bit brighter in the heavens.
Gaius. Gwalchavad. Merlin.
Two dying in service to their duty. The third in performing his seeming fated task. Losses all. Two women cry inside this building before him. Undoubtedly, in short time, a young girl will join in their sorrow from a distance, upon hearing the news which awaits her. Together across the miles, they will cry. As others will continue to cry this night.
And yet for him, there are no tears. Despite the need for them, as anyone who had likewise been so touched would cry, none come for him. He hides in the shadows of the woods that surround the compound. The glow of golden eyes in the deepest of shadows; distant and faint in the blackness, much like those stars above. And his mind continues on in its relentless thought. Memories of the past. Events and experiences shared amongst these men and himself. Remembrance of his call to Dar and their all too brief conversation. Postulated thoughts of their next one that will occur as soon as she and Eden arrive here. And of the events that put all of these things into his mind and numerous others. The events of the ambush by Nemisis upon The Praesidium, followed by the disappearance of Merlin.
A snarl curls his lip as a slow and deep growl ushers forth. The beast that he has become wages war with the remnants of the man that he has desperately tried to hold on to … but the Beast is winning. The Warg rages within this no-longer human cage. He should have been there with them. Perhaps if he had only been there, he could have prevented this or atleast assisted in stopping this or maybe in getting some of them out. And still, he had thought that Edria would have been safe with Gaius and Kalen; which also allowed for him to keep Merlin and the rest until The Praesidium’s arrival with Puck. Yet when things had apparently gone horribly wrong, he had left the Temple of Justice in search of the Lion and his Lady. But it was already too late.
Even still as the Temple erupted into the mix of emotions, it was then that he lost sight of Merlin. Tracking the scent toward the Hedge, only to find that it had disappeared beyond and only to see Chloe standing there. Even as the words growled out of his mouth, part of him already knew; much as he already knew when he went hunting for Gaius and Edria. Further still this day, he would add to Edria’s sorry. The beast raged at the task, while the man restrained it. Still, later this evening, he and Chloe departed the news to her. Much like him, somehow Edria already had known … sensed it … felt it. For in that single moment, he knew that the tale of Camelot … of this Arthur and his Merlin … had surely died along with them this evening.
Both times he had failed. Failed them. Failed himself. His fellowhip in the Black Order had kept him apart from these people in some ways, and still he felt a deep connection to them all. Their threads and his had crossed too many times upon this tapestry. Failure. The pain of it plagued him. If he had only been there with Edria and Gaius. Failure. If he had only kept his eyes on Merlin. Failure. Maybe. Perhaps. Over and over, his thoughts assailed him like the hail of bullets that took down his friend. Over and over, possibilities pricked at him like the thorns of the Hedge into which the old man had vanished with the Goddess. So many possibilities. So many failures.
And as the wind howled and the Winter raged, Orion the Hunter turned his gaze toward the night sky. There to the right, two stars twinkled a bit brighter than the rest … and to the left, another of pale blue hue shined just as brightly. And in that moment, he opened his throat and let out a sound that joined with the Winter wind in the loss of those who had touched his life. Together, they let loose their sorrow. The wind of Winter and the wolf of Summer.
The scream of a man mixed with the howl of a Warg ushered forth upon the wings of a midnight gale in a dark cacophony of sorrow, as it filled the night around The Praesidium house.
Deep in the shadows, Orion the Hunter cried ... as only a wolf can.
Wind blows hard, but it doesn't matter
'Cause when the sun goes down
Nothing else matters
The line is where the night lies
I will wait outside her window tonight
The wind howls cold and harsh. Flurries ride upon the breezy tendrils of this night. Even the Season itself mourns their passing … and cries along with a wife, fellows-in-arms and countless friends. And further still, others do not know of another that has left their ranks to join the others; one who was himself Winter. And the Season mourns just a bit more.
His eyes scan the grounds surrounding The Praesidium house. Edria is inside now, under Dog’s watchful vigilance. Likely Kalen is inside as well, given the circumstances. The Praesidium, The Order of the Isle, Rolling Storms and numerous others are all gathered under their varied roofs and their minds undoubtedly recount the tales and memories of those who have passed from the lives of those who have been touched. Tears will continue to be shed much as this stormfront’s flurries continue to fall. The wind and the snow ebbing and flowing like the tide on a beach. And tonight, a few new stars are added to the constellations above and shine a bit brighter in the heavens.
Gaius. Gwalchavad. Merlin.
Two dying in service to their duty. The third in performing his seeming fated task. Losses all. Two women cry inside this building before him. Undoubtedly, in short time, a young girl will join in their sorrow from a distance, upon hearing the news which awaits her. Together across the miles, they will cry. As others will continue to cry this night.
And yet for him, there are no tears. Despite the need for them, as anyone who had likewise been so touched would cry, none come for him. He hides in the shadows of the woods that surround the compound. The glow of golden eyes in the deepest of shadows; distant and faint in the blackness, much like those stars above. And his mind continues on in its relentless thought. Memories of the past. Events and experiences shared amongst these men and himself. Remembrance of his call to Dar and their all too brief conversation. Postulated thoughts of their next one that will occur as soon as she and Eden arrive here. And of the events that put all of these things into his mind and numerous others. The events of the ambush by Nemisis upon The Praesidium, followed by the disappearance of Merlin.
A snarl curls his lip as a slow and deep growl ushers forth. The beast that he has become wages war with the remnants of the man that he has desperately tried to hold on to … but the Beast is winning. The Warg rages within this no-longer human cage. He should have been there with them. Perhaps if he had only been there, he could have prevented this or atleast assisted in stopping this or maybe in getting some of them out. And still, he had thought that Edria would have been safe with Gaius and Kalen; which also allowed for him to keep Merlin and the rest until The Praesidium’s arrival with Puck. Yet when things had apparently gone horribly wrong, he had left the Temple of Justice in search of the Lion and his Lady. But it was already too late.
Even still as the Temple erupted into the mix of emotions, it was then that he lost sight of Merlin. Tracking the scent toward the Hedge, only to find that it had disappeared beyond and only to see Chloe standing there. Even as the words growled out of his mouth, part of him already knew; much as he already knew when he went hunting for Gaius and Edria. Further still this day, he would add to Edria’s sorry. The beast raged at the task, while the man restrained it. Still, later this evening, he and Chloe departed the news to her. Much like him, somehow Edria already had known … sensed it … felt it. For in that single moment, he knew that the tale of Camelot … of this Arthur and his Merlin … had surely died along with them this evening.
Both times he had failed. Failed them. Failed himself. His fellowhip in the Black Order had kept him apart from these people in some ways, and still he felt a deep connection to them all. Their threads and his had crossed too many times upon this tapestry. Failure. The pain of it plagued him. If he had only been there with Edria and Gaius. Failure. If he had only kept his eyes on Merlin. Failure. Maybe. Perhaps. Over and over, his thoughts assailed him like the hail of bullets that took down his friend. Over and over, possibilities pricked at him like the thorns of the Hedge into which the old man had vanished with the Goddess. So many possibilities. So many failures.
And as the wind howled and the Winter raged, Orion the Hunter turned his gaze toward the night sky. There to the right, two stars twinkled a bit brighter than the rest … and to the left, another of pale blue hue shined just as brightly. And in that moment, he opened his throat and let out a sound that joined with the Winter wind in the loss of those who had touched his life. Together, they let loose their sorrow. The wind of Winter and the wolf of Summer.
The scream of a man mixed with the howl of a Warg ushered forth upon the wings of a midnight gale in a dark cacophony of sorrow, as it filled the night around The Praesidium house.
Deep in the shadows, Orion the Hunter cried ... as only a wolf can.