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Healing death - Nightingale - April 25, 2025
The Nightingale was so very far from home. So far that she wouldn't have known which direction to take if she were to try and go back. She had never been on her own before. Never hunted. Never scouted. Never left far from the district for long. She was a working woman who had never truly worked in all her life.
Lost, is what she were. Settled along the healing springs for the warmth which the night took away, she imagined the bustling community here which she had hoped for, traveled here for. @Hatsu long gone. @Shinjou the only reason why Nightingale still draw breath now.
It would not be enough.
RE: Healing death - Chunk - April 25, 2025
A bear knows nothing of another creatures pain until it screams. Maybe that was why he hunted so rarely.
His meeting with wolverine had created a new love of springs, hot and cold alike. He stood within between them now, eating from the carcass of an unlucky bull elk while enjoying the steam.
A wolf comes from ahead. Too close to his meal, too close to his jaws. There is a deep rumble from his throat, black beady eyes fixing on the canine.
RE: Healing death - Nightingale - April 25, 2025
As stupidly dangerous as it sounded, she smelt the blood and meat of the elk before she smelt the bear.
By the time she did, it would be too late.
She shifted on the ground, steam rising into the night, all around her. Seeking the scent of food she so desperately needed. She remained low, creeping slow. Maybe, just maybe, she could do this. Wolves were faster then bears, right?
Such an ignorant woman she was.
RE: Healing death - Chunk - April 25, 2025
It did not leave.
Usually they leave.
A knee jerk reaction; with a roar that felt to him as though it shook the ground, his front paws raised with the right swinging at the head of the wolf. Claws flexed, eyes vicious, an expression that screamed,
LEAVE!
RE: Healing death - Nightingale - April 25, 2025
Though his body was large and lumbering, his paws were fast. Claws far larger then anything she could have imagined slashed lines through the mists.
They slashed lines through her, too.
Her scream rose high into the twilight hour as she reeled back, scrambling to run from the great beast. Yet she found she could not. She fell onto the ground hard. Choking, her body going into convulsing from the shock and sudden trauma to her body.
A single strike nearly enough to rip her into two.
RE: Healing death - Chunk - April 25, 2025
Claws met warm fur, warm skin, warm flesh. He heard the scream, saw the wolf fall to the ground.
Eyes fixed, he felt himself take a step back, then two, then three. He had never hurt a creature so expressive, not to this extent. The site was horrific. Growling at the sound he swung once more, a blow aimed at the soft underbelly.
Body turning, he ran with a sudden determination. Away from the sight, away from the sounds, leaving the wolf to die a slow and painful death. He should have stayed put it out of it's misery, but the wailing banshee was just too much for him to comprehend.
RE: Healing death - Nightingale - April 25, 2025
And her wailing continued on.
No understandable words from her lips as she cried out into the night air. She did until blood filled her throat, her lungs and filled the steaming pools of water all around her as she bled out.
And even though it may have only been mere seconds, they were the most horrendous ones she would ever known.
She died quickly, but it sure as fuck didn't feel like it.