@Bojack pending subterritory approval, but I'll just edit out mention of it if it gets denied >_>
It all happened so quickly, Eskil still wasn't sure what to make of it. He and Asha had been together for such a short time, a few weeks at most, but he'd honestly felt like there was a glimmer of something there. If nothing else, at least a good friendship. But he'd let his hormones get the best of him and ruined whatever little sprout had been there, everything crashing down on his head in the space between one heartbeat and the next. Internally he cursed how stupid and boorish he'd been. He was better than that, and Asha deserved better than that, whatever it was she had been through.
He tried to remind himself that he'd done the right thing in leaving her. She didn't need the stress, and he didn't need the distraction. But it didn't do much to numb the familiar feeling of being alone, again. He trudged through the swamp, a thoroughly grey, drab place that matched his doleful mood. Broken trees surrounded him, long dead with the color drained away, stuck out from the frozen waters. His claws clacked over the snow-covered ice, and he roughly brushed his grey flank against one of the trees, lingering as he scratched an itch on his rump.
(This post was last modified: Mar 06, 2017, 03:22 AM by Eskil.)