Wind Walkers # 9

The time had come to do something he had never had to do before – he needed to ask for help. Raevyn didn’t like to involve himself in the lives of the lower beings that inhabited their world. Every time he had tried before he had to walk away in disappointment at the selfishness they showed towards each other. The last time he had descended to these levels of their existence he had to watch as two great men tore each other apart – literally. Kendo and Mohali had warred with each other until there was nothing left except the shell of the men they had once been. In the end Raevyn had to step in and wiped both their minds of any recognition they had for each other. He had put the suggestion in Kendo’s mind that he was needed in the High City. When last he looked Kendo was working in the castle for King Quinlan. Mohali was still in the village they had grown up in. Yet when he looked in on them neither man seemed happy – they acted like something was missing from their lives. I t made him start to wonder about if he had made the right choice for them. Wolves were such strange creatures.

How long he wandered through the jungle he didn’t really know he knew sooner or later he would run into the ones he needed. Raevyn thought about just what he was going to say to the man – his mate, when they first met. Would his mate even know who he was? How he was supposed to mate with this man he didn’t know - as he wasn’t always bound to the World.

None of his brethren were.

Simian would tell him that he would work it out. Strangely Raevyn still hadn’t decided whether he wanted to be bound to anyone or not. He had seen how love never truly lasts and never wanted to put himself through any of it. Why would the fates of time think that he would make a good companion for anyone? They had to be off their rockers if they thought he would be willing to play along with whatever they had planned.

No one told Raevyn what he could and couldn’t do – EVER!!!

Raevyn’s psyche began to itch and he knew the mate in question was getting close – or more that he was getting closer to the man. Yet somehow it felt off.

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Nico sat and held his brother’s hand within his own. Crimson had been drifting in and out of consciousness for the last few days - ever since he had had the vision of Simian. Vayne and Arron were both frustrated that their search for their mate was being held up by the wounds both Dominic and Crimson had suffered. In moments of lucidness Crimson had scowled at them both and yelled at them to leave. They didn’t need them here with them if they wanted to go after Simian then they should just go already. But it was his bouts of fever that made Vayne and Arron stay – in those times he told them Simian had moved on – of his own making. Simian’s time would come again when they had learned all they needed to.

He also mumbled about Tondran seeking out all of the brethren not knowing that the two he held were no longer his. Arron wouldn’t let Vayne leave until they found out more; he had stared to believe that maybe Crimson just knew… knew things that the rest of them didn’t. Not even Nico understood completely how Crimson knew the things he did.

Grandmother was right – Crimson was special.

“Shh Crim, I am here.” He brushed the hair off of his brother’s face as Crimson moaned as another shiver ran through his body. Sweat glistened on Crimson’s skin, and Nico prayed to anyone who might be listening not to let his brother die. Nico needed Crimson in his life. He missed the constant chatter; he even missed the bitching and complaining that Crimson did.

“He will be okay love, Crimson will get through this.”

Nico saw his mate wince in pain as he sat beside him. He leaned into the touch of Dominic rubbing calming circles over his back. He tried to block out the sound of Vayne and Arron bickering on the edge of their camp site. He wanted to scream and yell and tell them their petty squabble was nothing compared to his brother’s dying. But he kept quiet – it was what he always did. He had never been the one to take control in a situation – Crimson had always held that mantle.

“What if he doesn’t? What if it is his time to go and meet with Grandmother and live among our spirit guides?” Nico’s vision blurred.

“Now is not Crimson’s time for death. He still has yet to meet his mate; there is no way Crimson would walk among the spirits without waiting for the mate he was promised.” Dominic reassured him. “You know how stubborn your brother is.”

Nico smiled sadly, “Crim doesn’t believe he has a mate out there waiting for him. He thinks he is destined to be alone. He has nothing to fight for – nothing that will keep him here with me. I don’t think I could go on without my nest mate.”

“You won’t have to, love. Crimson is going to make it through this. We won’t let him die.”

“Tell that to them. I don’t think they care whether or not my brother lives.”

Crimson grew restless beneath his hand and the same time they all went on alert someone was approaching them and they weren’t being quiet about it. Nico’s heart just about jumped out through his chest as the fierce looking man walked out of the jungle and straight towards them.

“MINE!” The stranger said forcefully as he lifted Crimson into his arms, and backed away far enough to sit and cradle Crimson against his chest.