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The higher up this mountain Ioa went, the less she could breathe, but she’d never encountered a volcano before, so she didn’t know why. It didn’t matter. She’d left Bracken Sanctuary to die anyways. So if she suffocated up here, so be it. She had felt for some weeks that when the babies died, she should have died with them. Coming here had only delayed the inevitable. She was not happy, and she was not pulling her weight within her new pack. So she’d decided a day or two ago to just end it. Everyone would be happier this way, wouldn’t they? Alarian would not have to look after her anymore. And she’d get to see her siblings again soon, in the sweet embrace of death.
Soon, she had collapsed from breathing in the toxic volcanic air, and soon after that she’d fallen into a deep sleep. Some time later, her body was stiff with death, and that was the end of her.
Ioa is an incredibly submissive creature, so here's some stuff to know:
Minor PP: OK for everyone. Minor injuries OK. No maiming/killing.
Major PP: OK for pack-mates only. Major injuries OK. No maiming/killing.
You can skip me in threads after 3 days.
Minor PP: OK for everyone. Minor injuries OK. No maiming/killing.
Major PP: OK for pack-mates only. Major injuries OK. No maiming/killing.
You can skip me in threads after 3 days.
May 28, 2018, 02:25 PM
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Arrluk's scent had faded from the territory; the Governor wasn't certain how he felt about that, considering the male had never been a presence to begin with. He had only known he was still around by the occasional faint scent trail— he never even really marked the borders. In some ways, it was a relief. Alarian had worried— having someone so apathetic half-hanging-around couldn't be good for his friends, much less the newcomers. It likely didn't look good, either.
He still had to look, though. Perhaps if he caught up to him, he could get answers— or at least a thanks, seeya. The boy set off early with the intention of only checking the surrounding territories; the Bracken Woods first, then the plains. He fully expected to bring news of the male's departure to @Lanawyn and @Lily later, honestly.
Ioa's absence was still too recent for him to notice, but while he found no trace of Arrluk, it was impossible to miss her scent trail leading from the borders. Curious and slightly concerned, he followed it. The woman seemed so timid, broken; he did worry for her, but with so much going on, it had been difficult to find time to check up on her. Guilt flashed through him as he suddenly wondered if she was leaving, too— maybe this wasn't simply a short trip.
The relief that washed over him when he spotted her was short-lived; he squinted to see her, only barely recognizing the pale figure from such a distance. She was... climbing Sleeping Dragon? Oh— he had to warn her! Alarmed but not yet realizing the gravity of the situation (his worst experience had been sneezing, after all), he set off at a run towards her. And then—
Then she collapsed, and his legs stopped working without warning. He skidded through the dirt, but his eyes never left the space Ioa had occupied only moments before. For several beats, Alarian was still and quiet, processing— what had happened? Was she— oh. Oh, no. And just like that, he was running again.
He had been too far— it had taken him too long to reach even the base of the mountain. It was too late. His pace had slowed, limp becoming more pronounced with the exertion; he did not contemplate turning around. The air grew thicker, more noxious as he continued up, but Alarian thought only of his own failure. Ioa had undeniably been his responsibility— he was the leader, he had found her and taken her in, and it wasn't like her vulnerability had been a secret. She must have become sick— perhaps she hadn't been eating enough— maybe it was something else entirely that caused her to fall.
Ioa's body came into view. Alarian's breaths came ragged, heavier with each step; he stopped, understanding dawning slowly. The fumes were almost suffocating, and to get any closer... the boy swallowed hard. Why hadn't she turned back? It would not have been a quick death. He shuddered and pressed forward. The Governor moved quickly now, lunging to clutch the dead woman's scruff between his jaws and drag her from the mountainside. His head spun, fogged, and the only thought he could recall having then was that @Korei Julia absolutely could not see this.
He still had to look, though. Perhaps if he caught up to him, he could get answers— or at least a thanks, seeya. The boy set off early with the intention of only checking the surrounding territories; the Bracken Woods first, then the plains. He fully expected to bring news of the male's departure to @Lanawyn and @Lily later, honestly.
Ioa's absence was still too recent for him to notice, but while he found no trace of Arrluk, it was impossible to miss her scent trail leading from the borders. Curious and slightly concerned, he followed it. The woman seemed so timid, broken; he did worry for her, but with so much going on, it had been difficult to find time to check up on her. Guilt flashed through him as he suddenly wondered if she was leaving, too— maybe this wasn't simply a short trip.
The relief that washed over him when he spotted her was short-lived; he squinted to see her, only barely recognizing the pale figure from such a distance. She was... climbing Sleeping Dragon? Oh— he had to warn her! Alarmed but not yet realizing the gravity of the situation (his worst experience had been sneezing, after all), he set off at a run towards her. And then—
Then she collapsed, and his legs stopped working without warning. He skidded through the dirt, but his eyes never left the space Ioa had occupied only moments before. For several beats, Alarian was still and quiet, processing— what had happened? Was she— oh. Oh, no. And just like that, he was running again.
He had been too far— it had taken him too long to reach even the base of the mountain. It was too late. His pace had slowed, limp becoming more pronounced with the exertion; he did not contemplate turning around. The air grew thicker, more noxious as he continued up, but Alarian thought only of his own failure. Ioa had undeniably been his responsibility— he was the leader, he had found her and taken her in, and it wasn't like her vulnerability had been a secret. She must have become sick— perhaps she hadn't been eating enough— maybe it was something else entirely that caused her to fall.
Ioa's body came into view. Alarian's breaths came ragged, heavier with each step; he stopped, understanding dawning slowly. The fumes were almost suffocating, and to get any closer... the boy swallowed hard. Why hadn't she turned back? It would not have been a quick death. He shuddered and pressed forward. The Governor moved quickly now, lunging to clutch the dead woman's scruff between his jaws and drag her from the mountainside. His head spun, fogged, and the only thought he could recall having then was that @Korei Julia absolutely could not see this.
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