June 16, 2016, 10:47 AM
The death of the old man Trick. :( backdated a bit
As he awoke, his old body aching, he looked up to the high mountain where they had slept under. He made a face, as if to challenge the ginormous thing, but quickly rose to his feet. The dream of yesterday still played in his head. His beautiful mate had turned into the spirit of an owl, a flawless white one. It made his eyes water just thinking of it. Oh, how he missed her- how he wished for her to be at his side. His face turned grim, as if a storm cloud was right above him, while in reality it was a beautiful day. A beautiful day to be with his mate.
He looked up to the mountain again, and slowly padded toward a lower ridge he could climb on with his weary body. He jumped, and while not as agile as he used to be, he made it. This continued till he was fairly high. In fact, he was so high that a fall from this height would kill him.
He found a cliff, one with a perfect view of the early morning sun, and there he froze. He closed his eyes, trying to feel her, to scent her. When he opened his eyes, he saw an illusion of the large ,stark white, snowy owl and he gasped. He cried, sobbing as a happy and satisfied smile found a way on his muzzle. He would be with her, at last.
Hitting the hard ground almost felt like nothing when he snapped his back, his vision going black, his thoughts no more. His soul, one that represented a snowy owl, just like his mate, flew to her. They met there, high in the sky, and flew to heaven.