When their link is severed—unthinkably, impossibly—Kurt goes dead silent, their tortured wails abruptly cut off by all the air evaporating from their lungs.
The pain is immediate. Devastating. All-consuming. They can't feel the pack anymore, at all. In all the time they've spent with the wolves, Kurt had gotten so used to always feeling them, their emotions becoming part of them, their place in the world always clear, even when they were separated. Benji's excitement, Leo's warmth, Kai's protection, Naseer's fondness, Corrigan's love, it was all always there, a comforting blanket of safety and belonging that nothing could break.
But now it's all gone. Now, instead of comfort and safety and belonging, Kurt only feels the shadow of a looming stranger. A malevolent presence unbonded to them, uninvited, invading the link and staking its claim. Frantic, disbelieving, they rip at the cloak and the collar of their filthy dress to run their trembling fingers over the claiming bites around their neck. Nothing more than scars now.
They find their voice again somewhere along the long road, their screams panicked and shrill, interspersed with desperate howling sobs of terror and agony. It doesn't last long. By the time the horses are permitted to rest, Kurt is quiet, curled up on the floor, arms around their stomach, eyes staring blankly into nothing. They shiver at the sudden cold when Miles tears the blanket off them, but they don't react otherwise.
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Date: 2023-11-11 09:16 am (UTC)The pain is immediate. Devastating. All-consuming. They can't feel the pack anymore, at all. In all the time they've spent with the wolves, Kurt had gotten so used to always feeling them, their emotions becoming part of them, their place in the world always clear, even when they were separated. Benji's excitement, Leo's warmth, Kai's protection, Naseer's fondness, Corrigan's love, it was all always there, a comforting blanket of safety and belonging that nothing could break.
But now it's all gone. Now, instead of comfort and safety and belonging, Kurt only feels the shadow of a looming stranger. A malevolent presence unbonded to them, uninvited, invading the link and staking its claim. Frantic, disbelieving, they rip at the cloak and the collar of their filthy dress to run their trembling fingers over the claiming bites around their neck. Nothing more than scars now.
They find their voice again somewhere along the long road, their screams panicked and shrill, interspersed with desperate howling sobs of terror and agony. It doesn't last long. By the time the horses are permitted to rest, Kurt is quiet, curled up on the floor, arms around their stomach, eyes staring blankly into nothing. They shiver at the sudden cold when Miles tears the blanket off them, but they don't react otherwise.
They are done.