you didn't look hard enough.
stone stands there, wapun meadow, flowers all around and glorious in their vibrancy. she breathes his name, moves forward, but he steps back. "I was right here. why didn't you find me? why didn't you look hard enough?" she can't form any sort of retort, for in this moment, she knows her son is right - he must be. his face crumples, twists, warps and he's a pile of carrion on the ground. bile rises swiftly in her throat, and there are three more bodies, two tinier than the rest.
"you killed them. you did this" Adi's there, painted in blood. selfish, weak, not strong enough to keep them together. not enough to bear her children, not all of them. not even strong enough to stay when she'd failed.
she heaves into a thicket, sides convulsing and mind reeling. bile coats the inside of her mouth, and she trembles even as the convulsions still. tensing her shoulders, she blinks closed her gaze and focuses on the rasping of her breath, attempting to shape it back to a regular rhythm. she allows a low keening call to slip from her muzzle, almost inaudible, and then the straightens and moves away from the thicket, all too familiar with just how the next few days, weeks, months, will play out.
stone stands there, wapun meadow, flowers all around and glorious in their vibrancy. she breathes his name, moves forward, but he steps back. "I was right here. why didn't you find me? why didn't you look hard enough?" she can't form any sort of retort, for in this moment, she knows her son is right - he must be. his face crumples, twists, warps and he's a pile of carrion on the ground. bile rises swiftly in her throat, and there are three more bodies, two tinier than the rest.
"you killed them. you did this" Adi's there, painted in blood. selfish, weak, not strong enough to keep them together. not enough to bear her children, not all of them. not even strong enough to stay when she'd failed.
she heaves into a thicket, sides convulsing and mind reeling. bile coats the inside of her mouth, and she trembles even as the convulsions still. tensing her shoulders, she blinks closed her gaze and focuses on the rasping of her breath, attempting to shape it back to a regular rhythm. she allows a low keening call to slip from her muzzle, almost inaudible, and then the straightens and moves away from the thicket, all too familiar with just how the next few days, weeks, months, will play out.
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deadwood burning - by Dawn - August 26, 2019, 05:10 PM
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