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Xiao Xingchen believed that everything would be okay, he believed being far from the clutches of his former Queen that he would be safe. Meeting new friends and family along the way, he found a place to call home among the wolves. Even though he still felt the sharp pain in his eyes, no longer able to see the beautiful world around him and still awakening with a scream on his tongue he was healing.
On his travels across the lands he picked up new skills, like healing from a Spring Fae who also traveled the world with his own beloved, a young Wolf who was too eager to please his Fae. Although he listened to the tells of their love, his own chest twisted in envy.
His own heart yearning for one who gave him a home and extended a hand to a broken creature. Corvus was the Wolf King, the very tales of fear he had heard along the way but in the safety of their own private haven, Corvus was anything but fearsome. That was what captured his heart, their secret moments when the older wolf allowed his hands to gently travel over his features, a way to draw a picture of the man he had heard so much.
Allowed him to used his new skills to grow plants that only grew in the winter to make their manor a little more like home. When the soldiers all returned from a wary battle, he was there to offer a healing aid.
Ever since he lost his sights, he was no longer fit to battle, he never thought that one day, the war would come to their doorstep. he could hear it, the cries of the flowers for which were trampled as the intruders made their way into their haven. The screams filled the air and he rushed into the mist, to try and direct those too young to fight, too old and sickly to stay to lead them to safety.
As he returned to offer his aid, he heard the horn of his Queen, his body freezing as he the earth trembled with the gallops of horses. The spring Fae he has called a friend called forth the very roots of the trees into coffins to trap the opposing force. He heard the cries of dying wolves and other creatures trapped in war.
Until a voice calling his name snapped him out of his panic, yet it was too late to lift his hands in defense. The icy Queen used her own magic to throw him off his feet, his back hitting a tree bark and a mouthful of blood splattered onto his once pristine white robes.
He had to get up, to fight back. He wasn't weak, he couldn't be weak for Corvus and with the resolve and on shaking hands he found his footing and stumbled to his feet, his fingers glowing in a sheen of white as ice, "Corvus!" he called out with another mouthful of blood, wanting the other to leave him, the Queen is not one to truffle with even if the Wolf King was the strongest of all.
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