Still, in the night I watch your breath,
My tears run down, my heart confessed.
It’s cold, so cold...
Oh, help me break the ice;
The ashes of my paradise.
Don’t go, don’t go...
- Kelly Sweet - "Ashes of My Paradise"
October 23rd; Evening; Clear; 30° F/-1° C. Just north of Whisper Marsh, east of CRR territory lines, along the edges of Cedarwood Forest.
How could have this had happened? How could it have even come to this? In the midst of his misery and adolescence-fueled angst, Rook Lyall had been pushed to the breaking point. In the stillness of the evening, it had come to him - the very last words his sister Bishop had told him. "You’re so selfish, Rook! God, I hate you..." And, what had he told her in return? He hated her... too. It was instinctive, only natural and truly characteristic, like a chemical reaction - a bucket of gasoline to an open flame, a dying flame exposed to the cool open air - and, just like that, Rook and Bishop Lyall had called it quits (over something as incredulous as jealousy and the need to be wanted and valued, no less). If @Namid joining the duo and meeting @Titan had been the start of it all, adding @Quil and @Beren to their little group had pushed them both to their limits, with Rook wanting all of them together and Bishop wanting only her brother and no one else.
Never in his life had he been more than a few days away from her and now he was in Relic Lore, by himself, all alone. Even if he had had the chance to find his brother Ryvet and their father, and had known that his mother and his sister Taima were somewhere out there possibly just within reach, their presence paled in comparison to Bishop's absence. It was as if his heart had been divided, frozen solid, shattered, and left to melt from the heat of their argument.
His ears and nostrils still burned as he eventually found his way to the tree line of Cedarwood Forest, still obviously upset. His hackles were raised in terrible spike-like tufts and his gait consisted of heavy stomps that made the leaves and broken twigs snap and crackle underfoot. Along the way, he had even torn a path through the exiguous patches of grass and reeds when he crossed the Marsh.
"Goddamnit Bishop!" he hollered into the trees, so very convinced that she stood within its depths, too proud and self-righteous to level herself with her brother. "You promised!" His muzzle wrinkled upward to distort his face in an ugly grimace. "You promised me!" You promised me that you would help me... be there for me...
He paced around in a small circle that trampled the dry grass at his feet. It should have occurred to him that he had been taking his twin for granted, but at present all he wanted to do was finish the fight that had begun with him announcing that he had made two more friends - @Quil and @Beren - and that they had agreed to help them. Now that their father had arrived to Whisper Caverns, though, Rook found that he had been abandoned, left to deal with Borden and their broken family on his own. All he felt liked doing now was doing as he always did: take back all the nasty things he had said and make it all back up to her with a kiss to the base of her ear. Just like old times, even if the days of the childhood had long since passed.
Defeated, his hind legs folded beneath him and his rump came to rest on the ground with a heavy thump. Like a cub he whimpered, too stubborn to crawl back to Whisper Caverns or try to find his twin himself in the dark forest before him. His mismatched eyes closed tight and he angled his head as though he were looking at the tip of his tail at his left side. For a while he tried to just breathe. Seconds became minutes and minutes into roughly an hour and nothing was helping...
After all this time he had been waiting for someone to pull a trigger, to set off a series of events that would give him the sort of awakening to stop dawdling about and keep working towards fixing their father. And, it would have seemed that Bishop had gone and done it, aiming the gun at his chest before walking away and leaving him to die.
Opening his eyes again the young Lyall stood up and looked around before crying out for the only individual who could console him and make him forget something as petty as a squabble between his littermate, his mother @Jaysyek...
Chances are I have a BEN WHISHAW gif for that.