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Walking along on silent paws, Zobek entered the area that he had come to think of as a home away from home. It was an area that the Dark magus’ mate, someone he once called a close friend, called her sanctuary. Oh how he missed his conversations with Marie. How he missed the time he had once spent with her just enjoying the small talk and enjoyable silence. But those were the old days and there was no point in reminiscing about them. Now was now. And then was then. It was not seen as healthy to live in the past or to try and make the past one's present no matter how hard one tried to keep things stuck in time.

She, Marie, usually came to the garden to collect the sunlight from which the light B’alam needed to have sight in the dark. However, the Lady also used the area to rest and meditate just as he did at times when he found he was allowed. Such time seen far and few these days now that there were little ones running around and causing mayhem. Not to mention the world seemed to becoming more chaotic for one reason or another. Still he did his best to find time here and there, or rather, he did so when he found he could stomach being in the area.

While the garden was, without a doubt, beautiful and a proper place of peace just like the Light Tribe forest itself, he could not help but feel some amount of sickness and tenseness whenever he placed a paw on the land.
It wasn’t as if the garden itself was the reason for his sickness. No, it was wonderful and at times he found himself picking flowers to bring back to his own room. It was not as if he had found he possessed any sort of allergy or paranoia towards the plants. No. Zobek just hated everything the garden stood for.

Everything, every single perfectly placed plant and decoration represented brought him anger and sickness. The memories it held, the emotions that ran through it, it all had his fur standing on end. However, he chose to hold down his disgust and turn his attention towards his reason for even being in the garden in the first place: Marie. Yes, he had to find Marie as soon as possible. Hopefully she was in a good mood and had time to talk to him. He needed to see her face. He needed to hear her voice. He needed to know that she still cared about him in even the smallest sense, in even the smallest amount. Zobek could not bare to think that time might have taken them down two different paths. No. Please no. Don't let time get in the way. Not this time. Please.

‘How could such a beautiful creature such as herself promise herself to such a creature? Why would the world allow for such a bond? How could she willingly give herself, her very existence, her heart, soul and mind to someone such as Gabriel? What does she see within his soul that makes up for the sinful beast that he is? Maybe she is just a little too caring. Dare I say that her kind heart may be blinding her to the truth? Oh Marie...’

Zobek knew that Marie was not a soul that sought for power. Far from it. She was a sweet being. She loved all. She cared for all. She gave to all. That THING, however, the one known as Lord Gabriel, was a creature that must have crawled out of the waste of anger itself. There was nothing kind about someone such as Lord Gabriel. He was a creature of ill-moral. He took took and took. And the only reason he ever gave was to take soon after. He did not belong with such a kind soul. He deserved nothing, and yet the Weaver continued to bless him. He was blessed as a Magus. He had his own tribe. He bonded with Marie. ...And they were blessed with two children. Two boys. Two young lords to raise in their light. Lucky them.

In the advisor’s mind Gabriel was nothing more than a temperamental beast being held down by old rusted chains on their last leg, He was not safe to be around. He did not deserve someone such as Marie. He did not deserve her love. He did not deserve her time. He did not deserve her promise to always stay by his side. He did not deserve the children she lovingly created with him. Such a beast could only raise the sons to be beasts such as himself. So why did the light tribe agree to such an agreement with the dark tribe? Why did he continue to be blessed day after day?

Why could he not be blessed in such a manner?

Was he doing something wrong in his life? Did he possess too much envy? Did he possess too much anger? Was he wanting for too much?

‘The lot of them are nothing more than naïve idiots. No, they are naive short-tempered idiots with no path in their creation or life. They’ll smile and laugh as their lands burn down around them. If not that, then they will fight amongst each other while their lands burn down around them. They know not the problems their…friendship and peace offerings are creating. I know though. I see what will come from this, and it is nothing good. I must protect those that matter. I must get them away from this before it is too late, if it is not already too late. Weaver, guide my soul and paws. Allow me to do this for them in the right manner. Please, I ask you for this much. Grant it to me, please.’

Anger hid behind Zobek’s eyes as he silently watched Marie tend to her garden. She looked so beautiful. She looked so at peace away from the chaos going on in the caves. After all, it was supposed to be a day of celebration for the Dark Tribe, so she could be expected to join eventually. But for now she was allowed to have this peace.

'If only you were where you belonged. Then you would have true peace. Not here. Not now.'

“Lady Marie?”



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It is a pain that is indescribable. It is like a curse from the Weaver himself. It is something that Zobek himself would not wish on any enemy, not matter the amount of hate he held towards them. It was not fair in any manner. Just thinking about it almost brought tears to his eyes. It sent pain through his heart and soul. It brought silence to his maw. It is something that should not exist in the world, and yet it did for whatever the reason.

To find oneself caring for someone who would never care for them in the same manner is a curse in itself. Zobek would never be able to properly explain such a feeling to another, even though he would never do such a thing in the first place. But, should he ever find himself having to explain said feelings he would compare it to being trapped in a hole dug by one’s own paws. Dug so slowly without a second thought. Eyes never looking at anything besides the source of both pain and love. Paws digging, digging without ever thinking about why they dig, and yet being surprised when trapped. Looking up as if there is a way to escape, but finding that the hole is too deep to escape from. Dug too deep, but feeling the need to continue digging, digging, digging, but that is all one knows how to do in such a situation. Dig deeper. Dig faster. There has to be a way to escape. There has to be an end to it all. Tired paws. Wet eyes. Pain. Pain. But keep digging. Keep digging. Try to jump out of the hole. Try to climb to the top. And yet when escape seems so close one finds themselves back at the bottom of the hole. Eventually one has to give up, but it is too late by then. And eventually one does, but finds the clouds dark and a storm is born. The rain is a relief, but also a death sentence. It fills the hole, and one knows they will drown, but it is a relief…a release from the trap. Or so one hopes as they wait for the end. But little does one know that the longer they wait the closer insanity creeps in. Keep digging. Keep waiting. Go ahead and drown. There is no true escape from a self made trap. There is only pain.

Zobek felt trapped by the care he had for Marie. He cared so deeply, too deeply and it was eating him alive. There was no reason he HAD to follow her to the Dark Tribe. He could have accepted the fact she bound herself to Gabriel; that she found in him what she could not find in Zobek, completeness. But no, he could not. He cried. He clawed. He begged. He dug. And he followed in denial and desperation, because it was like an illness for him.
And now…now it was spiral downward towards insanity.

He did not see that what he felt for Marie was no longer love. What he felt now was obsession. He no longer wanted to to love her. No, he wanted her just to have her. She was a goal for him. She was a prize to be won. An object to be stole. A status symbol in his mind. He needed to know the she could be stolen from Gabriel. That is all.

“I am,” Zobek paused for a brief moment, feeling as if, for whatever reason, his breath was leaving him. He had to be sure that the thoughts running through his head were true. Did he really want to do what he came here to do? Would he be able to live with himself if he did such an act? “I am here to aid you, Marie.”

That was not far from the truth, correct? It wasn’t a complete lie. He did arrive to aid his old friend, but not in the manner she may be thinking of. He was not there to help her with the festivities. He was not there to keep her company and escort her down to the grand room where Gabriel would be waiting. No, his aid was for a completely different reason, one which she did not know yet. One which she may never thank him for, but he had come to terms with that upon conceiving his plans. He had to help her see the truth. She had to see through the light that blinded her.

It was for the best after all. As a friend he had to help her. She would do the same for him, right? She still saw him as a friend, right? Time would not keep them apart. Their paths had to meet again. THEY. HAD. TO.

So desperate. He was so very desperate it hurt.

Gabriel, from what he could tell, was the monster Zobek believed him to be. Sadly, Marie and the kids could not see that, being blinded by their love for the magus. Such a sad thought, but he would save them. He would help them see the monster that Gabriel truly was.

How could one possibly have unending love for one that could hurt another without a second thought? How could Marie love someone who could snap in the blink of an eye and snap another’s paw right from their leg as what they claim to be punishment?

“And yes, I am doing fine. My mind is just elsewhere at this time. It has been a busy few days, as you may know. But again, as I said, I am here to aid you, and save you from that which is your son, Trevor, or at least that was my plan earlier today.”

Zobek shook his head at the mention of the cub.

“I promised to take him out for a short walk before the festival truly took off, hoping maybe to calm him by getting some of that endless energy out, but it seems he wishes for you to grace us with your presence. Amusing, such love he has for you.”

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