Crimson Path
And here’s the third scenario that I had written for Adiran. I haven’t got anymore for now but I’ll try and slot it in at some stage! If you have an idea for a scenario that you wanna see with Adiran, feel free to send it in. I might write it, might not but there’s always a chance.
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His chest heaved as his body cracked and shuddered, shifting back into his human form once he had run far enough into the forest that he called home; far beyond the limit of his usual morning patrols. Where the trees grew taller and thicker, almost swallowing up the miniscule clearing if it weren’t for the bright, candy red leaves that seemed as if they constantly dropped down from the branches; staining the ground red, an unnatural sight if he ever saw one.
Then again, Adiran wasn’t actually seeing any of it, his eyes were squeezed shut as he dropped to his knees, still breathing heavily; gasping for the very oxygen that seemed to refuse him the ability to calm himself. Clawed hands reached up, scratching desperately at his neck, as if by some miracle that would help him in his current situation; like doing such a thing could ever make the suffocating memories of his past just disappear.
Though he was a shifter, he was not magic and his past would continue to haunt him, leaving him vulnerable with no one around to help; a situation he pushed upon himself out of necessity. No one could hurt him if he stayed alone, no one would muzzle him, punish him just for being who he was; Adiran didn’t care if the loneliness ate away at him in times like this, he was safe from the pain of betrayal.
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“Fuck…fuck!!”
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His snarl of anger, rage at the memories and his weaknesses, echoed around the area, his voice bouncing off of the trees and ringing in his ears, tears welling in the corners of his eyes for god knows how many times; dropping down onto the dark, almost black soil beneath him.
There was no denying how much he hated this. Himself. His family. Everyone. The list ran on forever in his mind until the moment a noise had his wolf ears forming atop his head; already high and alert.
Someone was there and he couldn’t move, he could only stay frozen in place thanks to the memories that even now, continued to roll around in his mind; on a constant replay.
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“…Who, are you?”
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The soft voice that reached his ears made time slow to a crawl almost, Adiran could feel it already; his heartrate settle, his muscles slowly unlock and most importantly, those horrible memories were fading away, right up until he could no longer recall the thoughts that had originally woken him from a much needed slumber back in his home.
Adiran’s eyes opened slowly when the owner of the voice stopped in front of him, kneeling moments before slender hands reached out to touch his arms; a strangely calming scent drifting to his sensitive nose.
He had no idea, none at all, who you were or how you had gotten there; but the moment his amber gaze met your own.
Everything was alright.
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“Adiran.”
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It was as easy as that, the alpha’s panic attack was gone and in its place, there you were; worried gaze not wavering for a single second despite the danger you had taken just from approaching him in his vulnerable and most dangerous state.
