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Ω Holding onto you while you drag me through stormy weather, - Morwenna - September 27, 2025
AW but mainly @Blackfell and @Gjalla
the den was crude, gouged from the stone and snow by blackfell’s relentless claws. it smelled of earth, raw and unsettled, mingled with the musk of his labor. she had crawled inside like a shadow, folding herself into the dark belly of it, and here she lay.scabs lined her shoulders and thighs where the lanzadoii had pressed their claim. the wounds itched, burned, but she had no salve, no soothing poultice. only her tongue, rasping slow across broken skin, copper tang coating her mouth until she turned her face aside.
her breath came shallow. she listened to it, to the hollow beat of her chest where once her children had curled against her. fa’liya, so small and screaming; the others, warm against her belly, suckling. she had been queen to them, mother, shield. now—only absence.
were they still beneath the eye of the sun eater? did their little mouths cry for her milk, or had they been silenced already? she could not know.
morwenna pressed her head to the cool wall of the den, closing her eyes. the ache of her body was nothing beside the ache of not knowing.
RE: Ω Holding onto you while you drag me through stormy weather, - Blackfell - September 27, 2025
— he returns with blood still warm on his breath and snow caked into the fur between his toes, the scent of his kill clinging, choking, cloying.
the moment he crosses the mouth of the den, his ears catch her breath, shallow and thin, and it nearly drives him to his knees.
how had his queen been reduced to this?
his body blocks the wind as he enters, massive shape curling low. and before her, he discards the carcass of the snow hare. it is young, but plump and fresh. and he speaks with a quiet, hushed breath.
eat.he encourages.
you need to.his eyes lay upon her scars, her wounds. some old, some new. each one filling him with the same anger. the same sorrow.
RE: Ω Holding onto you while you drag me through stormy weather, - Morwenna - September 28, 2025
her eyes flickered to the hare, pale and limp against the stone. the scent of blood filled the hollow, sharp enough to stir her stomach, but her body was too weak, too worn. she could not lift her head, not even for hunger.
her lips parted, the faintest tremor in her breath. she wanted to obey, to take the flesh and tear it as she once had. but she only stared, desperate, her ribs rising shallow beneath her coat.
finally, her gaze crawled to him, raw and pleading. she could not speak it, but he would see it plainly enough— that she needed his strength where hers had failed.
RE: Ω Holding onto you while you drag me through stormy weather, - Blackfell - September 29, 2025
— he watches her stare at it as if she’s behind glass, and he realizes that she wants it. but she is too weak to move.
blackfell sighs, dejected.
and the man shifts, a slow roll of muscle and weight as he slides nearer until the heat of his flank brushes her side. his muzzle drops to hers, breath warm against her cheek, and he speaks low:
what have they done to you, my queen?what have they done to you? and how will i kill them?
he tears a strip of meat from the hare himself, cleanly, and blood strings between his teeth as he turns back to her, the morsel clutched soft in his jaws. and to her:
open,
RE: Ω Holding onto you while you drag me through stormy weather, - Morwenna - September 29, 2025
her lips trembled before they parted, a sound caught halfway between a whimper and a sigh. the meat was pressed to her, and though her stomach twisted at the scent, she forced herself to take it. her teeth barely found purchase, weak, and she swallowed as best she could. gratitude flickered in the low roll of her throat, but the effort left her trembling.
her head fell back to the earth, lashes damp, body curling in upon itself as if she could make smaller the ruin of her frame. the warmth of his flank steadied her some, yet the cold lived deeper than flesh.
her voice rasped from her, broken, hushed:
it is what you think.
the words seemed to claw her own tongue. she could not bear to look at him, eyes darting elsewhere, anywhere, before closing in shame.
rape. torture. they made certain of it.
her breath hitched, and she pressed her face to her paws as if to hide.
they took everything.
RE: Ω Holding onto you while you drag me through stormy weather, - Blackfell - October 01, 2025
his breath comes heavy through his nose, slow and hot, and though the tremble in her voice guts him, it is the way she curls in on herself that breaks him open. she looks smaller than she ever has. but she is not small. they made her small. they tried to. he will not let them finish what they started.
i know.
he shifts closer, slow, and gives her his warmth generously. black head lowering beside hers until they are pressed together, brow to brow, cheek to cheek. she hides, but he follows; blackfell will not not let her disappear beneath her own paws.
he has not seen her in so long. let him see her. let him. and he will not forget her face again.
his paws move to mold around her smaller, gentle and warm.
let me carry your pain.
RE: Ω Holding onto you while you drag me through stormy weather, - Morwenna - October 03, 2025
her ribs creaked with each shallow pull; she thought herself hollow, thought herself nothing but bone wrapped in torn hide. blackfell’s warmth pressed and she shuddered— not from cold but from the knowing. the knowing that he saw her, ruined as she was, still called her queen.
her eyes, dim, flickered once to him; a brief flash of grey before they sank beneath lashes again, unable to bear the weight of his vow.
she pressed her brow tighter against his, a trembling whimper rattling through her chest.
they had carved her down to splinters, left her with scars and silence. yet here he was, asking— no, demanding— to take what she could no longer hold.
her paws curled tighter beneath herself, but her voice broke, a ghost-thread slipping from her lips.
then… take it. for i cannot.