When the party is over

Siarut · (This post was last modified: June 12, 2020, 02:15 PM by Siarut.)

This time there was no foreboding feeling, or apprehensive tension. The first time she had left him he had sensed it coming. The Atausiq had ventured into the ice labyrinth to find nothing but blood and the scent of death. He had never found her body, never had a proper goodbye. She had simply been gone. But the ache she left behind had stuck Siarut to his very core, the pain in her wake had ruined him. And now... now it wouldn't be any different.

He hadn't been gone long. On the contrary Siarut had done his best to hurry. He knew that Valette was coming to see Nanook, and as always he hoped Arlette might join them. He hadn't spent much time updating himself on the pack situation, and so he had no idea that the young woman was pregnant. But he worried about her. So he had left early in the morning.

He carried a slight smile on his lips as he returned. The day had been slow and simple, just as he enjoyed it. The northern man could admit the south was making him soft. Slowly the man was coming out of his shell, enjoying the things he had never realized before. The man wasn't far when he caught the scent of the cougar. The smile slipped from his lips, and he froze for a moment, before terror gripped his heart. Taking off, Siarut arrived in mere seconds upon one of the most tragic scenes' he had ever seen.

The first thing he noticed wasn't Nanook. It was Kaito and Arlette. "My god." He took a few hesitant steps toward the girl, and yes she did in fact look like a girl. Her gaze cast far away, obviously extremely traumatized. He opened his mouth to speak to her, when he finally caught sight of her.

"Nanook?" He called softly, moving past the young lovers. He slowly approached his wife's prone form. "Nanook?" He called again more forcefully. His head dropped down to her own. There was blood everywhere, and Sia caught sight of the ghastly wounds the cougar had left on her. Agony gripped his heart.

Before stepping towards her had had known. He had known she was already gone. A strangled sob wrestled it's way free. She was gone. He would never hear her voice again, or see her smile. He would never sleep alongside her again, he could never dance with her again. It was over. He sobbed again, and shook his head. "No..." He whispered softly. "No..." The sobs came uncontrolled as he tried to speak around them. "NO!" He finally lost it. Collapsing to the ground beside her, his own pale pelt instantly soaked in the blood that littered the ground.

He curled around her. This wasn't right. This was supposed to be it. This was supposed to be their happy ending. They weren't supposed to suffer anymore. Life was supposed to be simple, and happy. They had everything. But suddenly the world was dropped from under him, and he was once again utterly alone. He couldn't think properly, couldn't even begin to acknowledge that Nanook was gone.

He knew that he should check on their children. But he was paralyzed by fear. What if something had happened to them? Were they dead too? Probably. He thought minutely. How was he supposed to go on without her? He couldn't do this without her. So he stayed right where he was, as if his will alone could bring her back. Bring back the mother of his children, the love of his life.

the worst part about loving someone... is the day that you lose them.