June 18, 2014, 03:44 PM
Pump didn't practice planning her life ahead, but if she had, dying would probably have been way down on her list. Yet here she was, lying motionless on the beach, near the water's edge, her body mauled and thrown away like broken and unwanted toy, blood oozing from the wounds tinging the wet sand red and drawing streaks, where it met the sea water. The only markers that told she was still alive, were the uneven and ragged movements of her ribcage and eyes, which stared ahead and blinked time from time.
It hadn't meant to be like this, but the one thing you learn about death over time is that it always comes uninvited. No matter the age everyone has equal chances to die. It had been an evening of a very long and exhausting day. Due to heat Pump had found it hard to keep up with her warden duties and had reluctantly left most of the burden to Ragnar and Verrine to carry. She had spent the majority of her day near denning site, dozing in the shadow and got up only at the sunset to stretch her legs and find something to eat.
All had been rather well and peaceful in the pack. The strangers on the island hadn't bothered them, they had plenty to hunt and eat, Ragnar did his job as their beta very well and the pack was thriving. For the first time in her life she was surrounded by people, who actually liked her and saw her worth. She had found something she had been missing for the most part of her life - friends. Pump had many reasons to be happy and content and more often than not open up to people she met.
She had chosen to walk along the shores that evening, being lost in her thoughts and her guard down, for who would actually endanger her within the boundaries of her home. This assumption turned out to be a fatal mistake. On the other hand there might be such thing as "fate you can't escape" and for her it came in a form of a bear. Pump missed the moment, when it appeared, and therefore was struck down quickly. She tried to put up a fight and escape, but all such effort was in vain, when the beast grabbed her and crushed her spine between it's strong jaws.
From that point on it was easy. The bear picked her up, shook and dragged her along for a while, but for whatever reason he finally lost interest in it's unresponsive victim and left it, disappearing in the nearby forest. Pump didn't feel pain, just the inconvenience of being trapped inside her body, unable to move or speak. She listened to her heart beating hard and fast against her ribcage, as if it was the only part of her that had not yet accepted the idea that this was it, yet after a while it too began to slow down.
Pump could still hear, smell and see a little of everything that was happening around her. Unlike many others she was not afraid to die. Dying was easy, living was hard, but she had enjoyed every single moment of it. Good and bad. The only thing here to regret was that the world would go on even after she wasn't here anymore. One death out of a million wasn't that much in the great scheme of things after all. Eventually everything became still and quiet and with one last deep sigh it was over for her. She greeted Death as an old friend and followed it's steps into the void.
It hadn't meant to be like this, but the one thing you learn about death over time is that it always comes uninvited. No matter the age everyone has equal chances to die. It had been an evening of a very long and exhausting day. Due to heat Pump had found it hard to keep up with her warden duties and had reluctantly left most of the burden to Ragnar and Verrine to carry. She had spent the majority of her day near denning site, dozing in the shadow and got up only at the sunset to stretch her legs and find something to eat.
All had been rather well and peaceful in the pack. The strangers on the island hadn't bothered them, they had plenty to hunt and eat, Ragnar did his job as their beta very well and the pack was thriving. For the first time in her life she was surrounded by people, who actually liked her and saw her worth. She had found something she had been missing for the most part of her life - friends. Pump had many reasons to be happy and content and more often than not open up to people she met.
She had chosen to walk along the shores that evening, being lost in her thoughts and her guard down, for who would actually endanger her within the boundaries of her home. This assumption turned out to be a fatal mistake. On the other hand there might be such thing as "fate you can't escape" and for her it came in a form of a bear. Pump missed the moment, when it appeared, and therefore was struck down quickly. She tried to put up a fight and escape, but all such effort was in vain, when the beast grabbed her and crushed her spine between it's strong jaws.
From that point on it was easy. The bear picked her up, shook and dragged her along for a while, but for whatever reason he finally lost interest in it's unresponsive victim and left it, disappearing in the nearby forest. Pump didn't feel pain, just the inconvenience of being trapped inside her body, unable to move or speak. She listened to her heart beating hard and fast against her ribcage, as if it was the only part of her that had not yet accepted the idea that this was it, yet after a while it too began to slow down.
Pump could still hear, smell and see a little of everything that was happening around her. Unlike many others she was not afraid to die. Dying was easy, living was hard, but she had enjoyed every single moment of it. Good and bad. The only thing here to regret was that the world would go on even after she wasn't here anymore. One death out of a million wasn't that much in the great scheme of things after all. Eventually everything became still and quiet and with one last deep sigh it was over for her. She greeted Death as an old friend and followed it's steps into the void.
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