Moonspear look what you've done

Adrenaline gushed through Charon's body as his grip on the earth slipped. Another boost of it sharply awakened him when his teeth found purchase on Amekaze's chest. As soon as he managed to grab it Charon didn't let go. While Amekaze assaulted his face with her teeth, sending sharp pain through his body, the world turned upside down. He saw Moonspear's tip high above him. His Moonspear, his beautiful mountain, where it pierced the sky and touched the stars. One day he would climb it. One day he would touch the stars. One day he would find the right paths. He would have Maia beside him.

Crash.

Sharp pain in his shoulder added to the assault of teeth Amekaze set loose on his face as though sharp punishment for his thoughts of Maia. Then there was some rolling. His teeth still clung on to Amekaze's chest as though she was his lifeboat through it all, even as they rolled across the mountainside, leaving behind a blood trail. Then more sky, more Moonspear, tumbling, tumbling.

But she was still his. Ha! Her teeth in his face and his teeth in her chest were proof, even if they had never showed their love in this way. He had won... But at what cost? Was he truly so proud that he would tear Amekaze's throne down with his? That if he could not have this crown, then nobody could? Her anger was righteous in some way, but He was the King! He should be able to do as he pleased! Still, she didn't deserve to...

Crash.

The side of his face was torn open, ripping some of his teeth violently from his face and finally forcing him to let go of Amekaze. He broke her fall, and then they rolled over the edge again. Charon remembered falling for what felt like an eternity, with his dark thoughts and the peak of Moonspear as his only companions beside his fuming, biting -- yet oddly comforting; negative attention had always been better than no attention, he had learned from a young age -- wife. Oh, how he loved her still, despite his unseemly attraction to Maia and his inability to still himself during a woman's heat.

How proud he had been the day he had claimed her to be his. How she had always made him proud to stand by her side. Always she had been there, for almost his entire life. She had never judged any of the things others disapproved. He'd always been proud to match her, to be her equal, to claim such a proud and strong creature as his mate. He had always been proud of how far they had brought each other. How poetically aesthetic that they should tear each other down now.

I love you, he thought as his nose touched her bleeding chest one last time before black spots filled his vision and he lost consciousness.

Charon remembered falling for a long time, but he never remembered hitting the ground.