September 18, 2019, 05:29 PM
(This post was last modified: September 18, 2019, 05:29 PM by Hela.)
get up.
she says it aloud, but the word barely registers. Hela throws herself against the tree that pins her mother, tries to drag at her scruff, anything. she has stumbled upon cassiopeia in the short window between Venamis's flight and whoever might next come across the body. she is frightfully aware that she is alone, and yet can not bring herself to call - she should be able to fix this, fix her mother.
she was breathing, alive. but her mother's eyes belonged to something dead and the familiar dark coat was painted over with blood. the shallow breaths shifts, and for a moment, her mother's eyes seem to regain some small spark. a pair of words, a brief moment, and then the eyes glaze over again. somewhere, Hela is aware of what has happened, but that part of her is far from her current state of mind.
the motion in the trees just beyond has her start, fully submerged in the cold fear now. a man stands there, foreign and yet seeming part of the trees all around. his gaze meets hers, and she wonders for a moment is this is sithis. she recognizes that gaze, suddenly, and then his mouth moves too, a single word this time.
run.
the next wolf to happen across cassiopeia's body would do so alone, the clearing empty once more.
she says it aloud, but the word barely registers. Hela throws herself against the tree that pins her mother, tries to drag at her scruff, anything. she has stumbled upon cassiopeia in the short window between Venamis's flight and whoever might next come across the body. she is frightfully aware that she is alone, and yet can not bring herself to call - she should be able to fix this, fix her mother.
she was breathing, alive. but her mother's eyes belonged to something dead and the familiar dark coat was painted over with blood. the shallow breaths shifts, and for a moment, her mother's eyes seem to regain some small spark. a pair of words, a brief moment, and then the eyes glaze over again. somewhere, Hela is aware of what has happened, but that part of her is far from her current state of mind.
the motion in the trees just beyond has her start, fully submerged in the cold fear now. a man stands there, foreign and yet seeming part of the trees all around. his gaze meets hers, and she wonders for a moment is this is sithis. she recognizes that gaze, suddenly, and then his mouth moves too, a single word this time.
run.
the next wolf to happen across cassiopeia's body would do so alone, the clearing empty once more.
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