Every spirit in my pack bears little of my curse, my burden. They gain a new life but in exchange they carry it. Just a drip at first, dark but small. Over time it grows. With injury, it grows. Until it becomes too much for them to hold. Their life of wandering with me becomes no longer worth the pain, the tiredness, the growing void. They move on, seeking the peace of nothingness. And then I have to say goodbye... That's the worst of it, the goodbyes. None of the goodbyes were as bad as Xethoriázei's though. They had been with me almost since the start and were as much a part of me as my three hunting dogs. Watching Xethor fade away that was the first time in so long I felt pain for someone I loved, well truly loved, my family they were all gone. I had no home. All I really had were my pack and none of them would be there forever. That was the first time I really understood my curse and, maybe, the only time I ever will.
Lineart not mine (It's a CC) (Started and completed before due date, just forgot to share it)
