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It was a feeling unlike anything Selena had ever experienced before. As the life continued to drip from her gaping wounds, she no longer felt excruciating pain. Instead, she felt cold and her muscles became rigid. Hard to move. This was a chill that not even the sun, now sitting at its highest point in the sky, could rid her of. The winds pushed back at her, pleading her to go back from where she came, but the woman no longer believed in the Spirits. So she continued forward, dejected in body and soul.
Still in shock, the coyote mix would not realize she was at Death's door until a while longer. In a zombie like trance, all she could think about was the kind man that told her to find him if she ever needed help. @Omnium was her ace in the hole, if she could find him.
"Just head South to find me if you ever need help."
It was hard to tell which way South was at this time of the day. Exasperated and beginning to fear that she may not find him at all, Selena called to anyone who might be nearby. The faltering in her steps were no longer an every once in a while problem. Now, she could barely move without hitting the ground beneath her. With every stumble, her strength to get up waned. It was her last fall and her inability to lift herself up that drove home what her mind did not want to comprehend: she was dying.
The realization sent adrenaline pumping through her veins, an uncomfortable feeling of anxiety thumping wildly in her chest came with it. A final attempt was made to lift herself from Death's clammy grasp but only ended with a final collapse. Deep dark eyes began to form a milky film over them as they swiveled, searching for the remaining light of the day. It wasn't long until the anxiety lifted, her last breath left, and Selena enjoyed one final thought of her sister.
June 02, 2023, 12:13 AM
There was one thing about blood. It was an easy scent to follow. It was even easier when there was a trail, in the shape of footprints much smaller than Zaahira's own.
She'd left the skirmish with her own set of wounds, a searing, throbbing pain that tried to tell her to stand still, even if just for a moment. But she'd refused. She was powerful. She was fire. Khaba had selected her for a reason.
She would be collected, for a while; silent unless spoken to, shake her head 'no' when dinner had been served. But once the sun had set upon the Lake, she'd slither out from beneath her Alpha's steely embrace and set off to the last place she'd seen her maiden.
No avail.
But what there was, amidst the deep crimson and fragments of ebony that were scattered amongst the grass, was a trail. All painted red.
Zaahira had not been hopeful, yet somewhere, in some part of her, there was a tiny beam of yellow light. Soft and faded as if it were coming from far away; a crack in a doorframe. And she followed it. Lord, did she chase it, even as her heart began to tremor within her chest and her tongue slipped out from her lips.
And yet, for as much as she wished they would be, the heavens were not on her side that day.
What she saw was somehow infinitely worse than anything her mind could conjure. But even still, the gentle violet of moon still looked pretty on her.
She is quiet as she lays beside her lover. Her nose presses into the scruff of her neck. She is cold, and the scent of her was no longer there. This bundle of meat, fur and bones was not Selena anymore. But at some point, it had been.
Though their tryst had been all too brief, if no one else would respect Selena, Zaahira would.
She shuffles and departs from her momentarily. When she returns, within Zaahira's jaws is one small, ivory flower, pristinely picked with the stem still attached. She places it against Selena's shoulder.
Zaahira would remain at her side until the sun showed itself again. Nothing was said; she could not hear her anymore.
Before she leaves, she nudges her eyes closed, and presses one final kiss to her temple.
She'd left the skirmish with her own set of wounds, a searing, throbbing pain that tried to tell her to stand still, even if just for a moment. But she'd refused. She was powerful. She was fire. Khaba had selected her for a reason.
She would be collected, for a while; silent unless spoken to, shake her head 'no' when dinner had been served. But once the sun had set upon the Lake, she'd slither out from beneath her Alpha's steely embrace and set off to the last place she'd seen her maiden.
No avail.
But what there was, amidst the deep crimson and fragments of ebony that were scattered amongst the grass, was a trail. All painted red.
Zaahira had not been hopeful, yet somewhere, in some part of her, there was a tiny beam of yellow light. Soft and faded as if it were coming from far away; a crack in a doorframe. And she followed it. Lord, did she chase it, even as her heart began to tremor within her chest and her tongue slipped out from her lips.
And yet, for as much as she wished they would be, the heavens were not on her side that day.
What she saw was somehow infinitely worse than anything her mind could conjure. But even still, the gentle violet of moon still looked pretty on her.
She is quiet as she lays beside her lover. Her nose presses into the scruff of her neck. She is cold, and the scent of her was no longer there. This bundle of meat, fur and bones was not Selena anymore. But at some point, it had been.
Though their tryst had been all too brief, if no one else would respect Selena, Zaahira would.
She shuffles and departs from her momentarily. When she returns, within Zaahira's jaws is one small, ivory flower, pristinely picked with the stem still attached. She places it against Selena's shoulder.
Zaahira would remain at her side until the sun showed itself again. Nothing was said; she could not hear her anymore.
Before she leaves, she nudges her eyes closed, and presses one final kiss to her temple.
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