What the hell were you thinking? (Ghost)

regular, speech, thoughts, other(s)

So many confusions plagued the great wolf the last few days since he had been with Celia. He had gotten dangerously close to her and even now when he thought about it, it almost scared him, but he wouldn’t admit this to himself much less anyone else. He had so many things to concentrate on, so many things that demanded his attention that he couldn’t afford to let his mind be side tracked. But even with all these things in mind he found himself longing for her presence. The way they had gone away from one another was everything but idyllic. In fact he must have hurt her really bad with what he did and he wanted to fix it.

With intent eyes and ears fixed on his surroundings the Alpha of Earth made his way towards Hercules Bluffs, the place he had last seen and broken Celia. His nose was on the lookout for her scent and he had been searching all day. He knew sunset was near and his search became more important as night drew closer. Finally the cliffs showed themselves before him and the fiery sky could be seen. The sun sat low and was about to dip into the ocean, creating a beautiful sight. He was just about to issue forth a howl when Celia’s own howl permeated the skies. Her song was sad and heartbroken and guilt flooded him just like the flooded Bluffs.

Carelessly he walked onward, absently causing a stick to snap beneath his weight and in an instant her song died away. He stepped into view and the rays of the dying sun illuminated his powerful body. His face held a sad expression as he spoke her name,

“Celia.”