Sequoia Coast life can only mean hardly anything

this has just turned 10000000x harder to write ;__; i didn't know blue would come, sorry mama

[size=medium]"I let my heart go, it's somewhere down at the bottom"[/size]

[size=small]Saying that everything would be fine, that there was hope left, was probaby the most dire of lies that could be pronounced in this particular situation, and as the sad yearling focused her dull eyes in the Beta's face she thought for a moment he would say them. Luckily, Lasher made no attempt to do such. It would've been sad for the last thing to enter her ears to be a lie of such disgraceful caliber.
It was not cruel to state the obvious.
Truth was revitalizing, and even in her dying bed she would have preferred it over the lies she had had to battle against during her short stay in the Plateau.

That she would be missed, that she was loved, that had been meaningful.
All of these words, previously held with love at the core of her heart, had been labeled as lies after the moment Amelie saw that despite the connections she thought to have made and left behind it was only the cold of the Winter that awknowledged her after she walked out of the Flatlands and subsequently the Plateu.
She had been small, insignificant, and her presence as fugacious as the air that now flowed out her deflating lungs.

Under the lulling singing of the man's foreign toungue and the increasingly comforting sense of numbness that continued to climb up her skeletal limbs, Amelie found her breath to become inconsistent and jagged like the uproaring jeers that she thought to hear between the gurgling of the waves.

Suddenly, his soothing hums were interrupted as he tipped his snout to make a call. Amelie, not being yet able to use the faculties of her hearing because of the terrible headache and haziness that had taken over her, was not able to make out who the call was directed towards, but sensing dimly the urgency of his voice she could only assume the worst.
No! she thought desperately, her chest giving a raspy cough as an attempt to voice her opposition towards his action.
But as she struggled to speak and to breathe, it was impossible for him to possibly interpret her message.

Too late and to her greatest dismay it was her face that appeared next.
How long she took to arrive, Amelie wasn't sure. Time, as well as her desire to keep up the fight, had become ephemeral -- expiratory.
Again, it was with great difficulty that Amelie tried to uncrypt the sounds that came out Blue's mouth and turn them into coherent words.
Out of the five senses she had, not one had managed to escape unscathed.

Silently, Amelie continued to stare ahead, the vacancy in her eyes not changing even as the Healer began to plant soft kisses upon her face. Actually it was as she recieved her desperate affection that the yearling, maybe unwillingly, recoiled from her touch as, to her confused mind and hopeless heart, felt more like an goodbye rather than a hello.

"ssss-" she hissed with her mouth gaping for air as she felt a phantom pressure on her airways hold back the full word she had the intent of pronouncing.
"sorry" she finally managed to force out of her lips, her face contorting into a painful cringe as the pressure got harder to stand and her eyes began to grow tired.
Still, with perhaps her last bit of strenght, of resiliance, she fought to keep her eyelids from falling over her eyes,knowing that if they fell, there were no guarantees they'd ever rise again.
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