⁰⁴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ

Yixing had never considered himself to have his “favourite spots” in the village ever since his arrival here. But aside from the forest surrounding them, he’d found the river to provide him with a certain kind of solace that no other place around the village could give him. He realized that he’d come to this spot several times already, all of which when he needed time to sort his thoughts. The constant flow of the river calmed him down and telling him that no matter how bad your problems could be, the natural order of things are set in its own course. It taught him that whatever is meant to happen, will happen eventually. Just like the water flowing down the river and towards the sea. Eventually, it will reach the sea no matter how hard you try to turn the current. Yixing just needed to believe in it better. He needed to have faith that his decision will eventually... bring him back to the omega. Whatever it takes. The smaller was the sea; his home that he’d bound to reach sooner. Just like the river. The alpha just had to wait a bit more. Just... a little more faith would suffice.

minutes turned into hours when yixing finally realized the sky was already painted a myriad of amber and red. It was already late evening. He sat upon the rock facing the river, elbows propped atop his knees as he stared at the flowing river. Nothing could wash his turmoil away, though his irritation and rage did. The alpha has considered his choices, and as of the moment, it was probably better. For himself. For that omega and for everyone.

A soft sigh came out for the nth time and for once since he came here, Yixing found his solidarity. His wolf wasn’t to blame for the rut, if anything his wolf had been his one true companion residing in him.

It was at the river that the wolf finally shifted back into the said man, chest still panting both from the run and from the rage he was feeling. Conscious, he was well aware of how worse his rut has become. It tugged on his blood and called onto him, urging him to mate. His irritation was only the scratch of the surface, rage... was something he’d never expected to come from himself. He was anything but temperamental. “.” The alpha huffed out a sharp exhale as he closed his eyes and held onto his temples. He vaguely remembered the heat of his rage welling up since last night, since.... Another low agitated growl escaped past his lips and the wolf hit the water in frustration. What, a ? The notion brought a sick feeling to his chest. The face he saw this morning before he lost consciousness to his wolf nearly brought a snicker to his lips. And those omegas were no better. Talking as if they knew all, as if they’re any better. The alpha did sneer out to himself then. He wouldn’t shifted if he wasn’t challenged so boldly by one of those omegas. Yet, did they consider that fact? How foolish.

Growling still, the alpha stood in the middle of the river and let the goddess-given gift soothe him and wash his feelings away. That’s right, he shouldn’t have felt anything in the first place.