Bearclaw Valley I just slip away and I am gone

everything
is
fading

and still she clings, even as the yawning dark vignette encircling her vision grows wider; even as a bone-deep tiredness begins to overtake her;

bloodlust staves off, for a few seconds, the inevitable fall.

he buckles and Avicus goes with him, crumbling to the earth. one last clenching of her jaws, eyes squeezing tight in mindless effort—

then her lids slant open, eyeballs rolling back. the world goes black and she slumps, an unconscious dead weight anchoring down Earp's dying flesh. pulled into unwilling sleep, her ruddy pelt spattered with dark crimson.

she will not come to until he is dead and cold.

will someone loosen her teeth from his throat before she wakes?