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[size=medium]"I let my heart go, it's somewhere down at the bottom"[/size]
[size=small]While some rejoiced on the gift of new life, others mourned.
It had not been jealosy what had driven the young girl to leave her spot at the Plateu. It had been the instant she had felt the chilling touch of abandonment once more what had made her certain that no matter how much she tried, she would always be a shadow in the Plateu. A shadow to the puppies to come, a shadow to the other priorities her mother Blue Willow had, and a shadow to her past.
A past that like her gangly and unkept fur reeked of negligence.
Since her departure, Amelie's life had turned around completely; unfortunately not for the best.
Her eyes, that had once been fervently filled with life and curiosity had been drained from their light, leaving nothing but a blank, ambiguous stare to remain. And while she had tried to set her life back on track again, she had not been favored by the harsh weather. Food was scarce, a rotting corpse had become a rare delicacy for the skeletal female, who despite knowing the rancid meat was no good had no other choice.And while the thought of crawling back to the Plateu with her tail between her legs had crossed her mind several times she had abstained. She did not want to be a burden to anyone but herself.
With her nose close to the floor, the gaunt bag of bones and fur that had become of the girl entered the realms of the Sequoia Coast. She had not frequented the place as there was never much to pick from the ground but now, after going two days without eating and failing to find anything to feed on in the forest she decided to move along, her paws dragging slightly across the sand as she moved.
She had visited the place before, on much happier times and under nicer terms.
It had been this the scenery that Blue had chosen for the girl's first Healing lesson; this sudden flashback caused the female's nose to scrunch, not in disgust but in a feeling of deep pain. She jerked her head to the side, her eyes suddenly falling on the rippling waves that hugged the shore and called her with their soft gurgling.
Each step she took towards the water was more liberating than the previous one, slowly, as the white foam of the waves licked her ankles she allowed herself to relax. She stood there for a moment, simply breathing in the salty odor of the sea and feeling it crash against her skin. Then with fierce determination she began to walk further in, until her feet could no longer touch the mushy bottom.
With her legs kicking below the surface and her chin sticking poorly out of the water she began to try to move with the waves like a driftlog. But it was as she tried to conquer one of the largest waves that her nose went momentarily under. She jerked her snout out of the water, but could not avoid the other upcoming wave from entering her nostrils with a fiery burn.
Now, with her nasal canal made an inferno and the angry waves still rattling her like a ragdoll, Amelie went under again. She battled ardously, never stopping to trash her legs in an attempt to pull herself up again, but the unforgiving fingers of the wave had wrapped around her neck and her ankles, pulling her down every time her nose neared the surface and ignoring the bubbles that escaped from her mouth as they struck each time.
Then as if the sea had suddenly felt like drowning the girl was not a good entretainment it threw her against the shore again, smashing her limp body agaisnt the sand and leaving her there, simply coiled in the floor only to be licked ocasionally by the white foam that had called her in the first place.
Once again, she was fooled.
Once again she was,
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It had not been jealosy what had driven the young girl to leave her spot at the Plateu. It had been the instant she had felt the chilling touch of abandonment once more what had made her certain that no matter how much she tried, she would always be a shadow in the Plateu. A shadow to the puppies to come, a shadow to the other priorities her mother Blue Willow had, and a shadow to her past.
A past that like her gangly and unkept fur reeked of negligence.
Since her departure, Amelie's life had turned around completely; unfortunately not for the best.
Her eyes, that had once been fervently filled with life and curiosity had been drained from their light, leaving nothing but a blank, ambiguous stare to remain. And while she had tried to set her life back on track again, she had not been favored by the harsh weather. Food was scarce, a rotting corpse had become a rare delicacy for the skeletal female, who despite knowing the rancid meat was no good had no other choice.And while the thought of crawling back to the Plateu with her tail between her legs had crossed her mind several times she had abstained. She did not want to be a burden to anyone but herself.
With her nose close to the floor, the gaunt bag of bones and fur that had become of the girl entered the realms of the Sequoia Coast. She had not frequented the place as there was never much to pick from the ground but now, after going two days without eating and failing to find anything to feed on in the forest she decided to move along, her paws dragging slightly across the sand as she moved.
She had visited the place before, on much happier times and under nicer terms.
It had been this the scenery that Blue had chosen for the girl's first Healing lesson; this sudden flashback caused the female's nose to scrunch, not in disgust but in a feeling of deep pain. She jerked her head to the side, her eyes suddenly falling on the rippling waves that hugged the shore and called her with their soft gurgling.
Each step she took towards the water was more liberating than the previous one, slowly, as the white foam of the waves licked her ankles she allowed herself to relax. She stood there for a moment, simply breathing in the salty odor of the sea and feeling it crash against her skin. Then with fierce determination she began to walk further in, until her feet could no longer touch the mushy bottom.
With her legs kicking below the surface and her chin sticking poorly out of the water she began to try to move with the waves like a driftlog. But it was as she tried to conquer one of the largest waves that her nose went momentarily under. She jerked her snout out of the water, but could not avoid the other upcoming wave from entering her nostrils with a fiery burn.
Now, with her nasal canal made an inferno and the angry waves still rattling her like a ragdoll, Amelie went under again. She battled ardously, never stopping to trash her legs in an attempt to pull herself up again, but the unforgiving fingers of the wave had wrapped around her neck and her ankles, pulling her down every time her nose neared the surface and ignoring the bubbles that escaped from her mouth as they struck each time.
Then as if the sea had suddenly felt like drowning the girl was not a good entretainment it threw her against the shore again, smashing her limp body agaisnt the sand and leaving her there, simply coiled in the floor only to be licked ocasionally by the white foam that had called her in the first place.
Once again, she was fooled.
Once again she was,
Disposable.
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January 13, 2015, 02:09 AM
bringing this to present!
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it was only by sheer luck that lasher had departed the plateau this day, on a whim heading for the brine to seek saltwater delicacies for blue willow. the snow was thick, and instinct demanded that he remain at home, but his sense of propriety and gratitude toward the woman drove him out.
and so he rummaged toward the coast. a mountain dweller, and lover of elevations by nature, lasher did not know how he would fare at fishing, but was determined to attempt all the same. the ponderings of seafood were shoved from his mind, however, as the first few shuffles into the cold sand brought the sea-choked scent of a former plateau wolf into his nostrils.
hurrying along its path, taltos drew up alongside a thin shadow, a body he had mistaken for driftwood from a distance. amelie. he had not known her, but she was dear unto blue willow's heart. muzzle prodded beneath her chin to check for breath as a sense of fear and agony began to overcome him.
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[size=medium]"I let my heart go, it's somewhere down at the bottom"[/size]
[size=small]The time that elapsed between the second she set a paw in the ocean's mouth and spit out bordered the ten minute mark; a mark that seemed to be every time more worrying for the motionless lump that was now Amelie. As if being gnawed alive by nostalgia and desolation hadn't been enough she had also been devoured by starvation and now, engulfed by the sea.
The tousled clots of fur, lined with sand and filth, that made up the yearling's body were destined to be forgotten in that beach where the sun would soon set, and like the hungry waves that had taked her into the depths of the ocean, would be swallowed the day light and die to give room for the moon.
Maybe she was a setting sun.
A bright star that was meant to perish in order to accomodate the renewed act of the moon and the stars, a painful gesture that was required if she was to let them shine with all their spendor. The moon was luminous enough to light the entire sky effortlessly and the stars; they would never miss a sun they had never met.
The night was theirs.
It had been the day what had belonged to her once, but now as it transitioned into a dark sunset, all rights or claims were broken.
Alone and cold, the thin edges of her extremities recoiled, just moments before the eyes of tomorrow's sun set on her figure. With quick steps he carried himself to her body, which he later touched soflty in search of a favorable sign.
But there were none.
In a quick and brusque second, the hushed ambient of fatality that loomed over their heads was filled with the violent sound of the girl's coughing. It was not until all the few contents of her stomach were spewed into the sand that the convulsing form of the yearling collapsed again onto the wet sand. There she remained, her eyes staring blankly ahead as the distortioned blur of brown that was Lasher, turned into something familiar once more.
Inmediately her lips parted to speak, but from the burned flesh of her throat no sound ever came.
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The tousled clots of fur, lined with sand and filth, that made up the yearling's body were destined to be forgotten in that beach where the sun would soon set, and like the hungry waves that had taked her into the depths of the ocean, would be swallowed the day light and die to give room for the moon.
Maybe she was a setting sun.
A bright star that was meant to perish in order to accomodate the renewed act of the moon and the stars, a painful gesture that was required if she was to let them shine with all their spendor. The moon was luminous enough to light the entire sky effortlessly and the stars; they would never miss a sun they had never met.
The night was theirs.
It had been the day what had belonged to her once, but now as it transitioned into a dark sunset, all rights or claims were broken.
Alone and cold, the thin edges of her extremities recoiled, just moments before the eyes of tomorrow's sun set on her figure. With quick steps he carried himself to her body, which he later touched soflty in search of a favorable sign.
But there were none.
In a quick and brusque second, the hushed ambient of fatality that loomed over their heads was filled with the violent sound of the girl's coughing. It was not until all the few contents of her stomach were spewed into the sand that the convulsing form of the yearling collapsed again onto the wet sand. There she remained, her eyes staring blankly ahead as the distortioned blur of brown that was Lasher, turned into something familiar once more.
Inmediately her lips parted to speak, but from the burned flesh of her throat no sound ever came.
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the sand was sodden with saltwater spat from amelie's lungs; lasher's throat gave a soft whine as he thrust his muzzle beneath her own, to tilt her head to one side and further expel the treacherous waters. she said nothing, but taltos did see the expression upon her face, and his gaze flickered briefly to the brine that had swallowed the girl.
amelie,
he said softly, against the curve of one wet ear. if you can hear me, or know who i am, blink twice, dear.
to punctuate his words, the beta demonstrated the action unto amelie, and lowered his body to the sand to encompass her with his warmth.
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sorry for being a hold up -- i'll try to make this as fast as possible
[size=medium]"I let my heart go, it's somewhere down at the bottom"[/size]
[size=small]Vomit and sand clung to her shivering, raggedy form as tears began to escape from her eyes and down her cheeks. His touch, the touch of another creature was enough to make the confused female jerk her head violently in an attempt to look at her saviour, or was it perhaps her executioner?
Eyes glazed with fear and teeth clattering as she helplessly tried to scramble away from his touch she collapsed once more into the sand, splasing over the muck of her own vomit before finding in her lungs the same burning sensation that had sent her into choking fit moments before.
While she had thought to have seen his face through the hazy blur that took hold of her mind, and could have sworn she heard his voice trapped under the excrutiating ringing her collision had left in her ears, she gave no signs of having heard his soft pleads. Instead, with feeble determination and a violent rasping flooding her trachea she attempted to slide away.
The commotion of her accident had not only worsened her state but also managed to entrance her in a spell of extreme anxiety and terror. A spell that in a manner that resembled the wretched fingers of the waves, continued to cover her eyes and push her further down the labyrinth of hopelessness she had unwittingly entered the second her paws had touched the salty water.
"b-b-bll" she croaked weakly, noting the voice in which she mumbled as barely hers. Not only had her appereance, and the beauty it held, withered until she was left in a deteriorating state of slow putrefaction; but also her her insides, her spirit, had been smashed into smithereens.
"blu-ee" she wheezed again, as her needle thin limbs subdued to her weight and sent her crashing once more to the floor.
There she remained; and judging by the lack of attempts she made to stand again, there she would remain until either the eroding acid that suffocated her airways or the shadow that touched her so briefly ended her.
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Eyes glazed with fear and teeth clattering as she helplessly tried to scramble away from his touch she collapsed once more into the sand, splasing over the muck of her own vomit before finding in her lungs the same burning sensation that had sent her into choking fit moments before.
While she had thought to have seen his face through the hazy blur that took hold of her mind, and could have sworn she heard his voice trapped under the excrutiating ringing her collision had left in her ears, she gave no signs of having heard his soft pleads. Instead, with feeble determination and a violent rasping flooding her trachea she attempted to slide away.
The commotion of her accident had not only worsened her state but also managed to entrance her in a spell of extreme anxiety and terror. A spell that in a manner that resembled the wretched fingers of the waves, continued to cover her eyes and push her further down the labyrinth of hopelessness she had unwittingly entered the second her paws had touched the salty water.
"b-b-bll" she croaked weakly, noting the voice in which she mumbled as barely hers. Not only had her appereance, and the beauty it held, withered until she was left in a deteriorating state of slow putrefaction; but also her her insides, her spirit, had been smashed into smithereens.
"blu-ee" she wheezed again, as her needle thin limbs subdued to her weight and sent her crashing once more to the floor.
There she remained; and judging by the lack of attempts she made to stand again, there she would remain until either the eroding acid that suffocated her airways or the shadow that touched her so briefly ended her.
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February 09, 2015, 12:18 AM
*i'm* the hold up!
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she choked out his lover's name, and his heart was racked anew by the pathetic heap of her collapsing body, a dying star falling into itself for lack of mother's-love. he knew not what to do for her, only that he must do something, but surely blue willow was too far away to hear his cry, and pregnant.
and so he lay down alongside her and fought to tuck his muzzle beneath her gasping own, lifting her head that she may breathe, and live, whispering to her in the tongue of his most beloved glen.
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[size=medium]"I let my heart go, it's somewhere down at the bottom"[/size]
[size=small]The effervescent gurgling of the ocean's foam dancing upon the sand was heard like laughter in her disoriented, slightly hallucinating mind. And as her head spun and her trachea continued to tighten she tried get the mocking sound of the wave's jeers out of her head -- at least until she was no longer concious. Death, being an imminent outcome for every living, breathing creature, was now more than ever, real to Amelie.
She knew she was over, that with the setting sun of today and the receding waves that after laughing at her ran back to the depths of the ocean, she would soon fade from the world and from the memories of those she ever met.
Little did she know that for the one wolf she cared the most, she already had sunk into oblivion.
It was cruel, but it was real -- or it had been until now.
However, this was not an issue she had time to ponder on.
With the high contents of salt water in her system and the line between real and fake blurred beyond recognition, the agonizing creature could do, and didn't even attempt to, anything against Lasher's futile attempts to calm her, and save her.
His soft words were nothing but vibrations to the female, who after every passing second felt her lungs writhing and the very tip of her extremities falling into complete numbness. Time waited for no one, and despite still being concious (barely) Amelie could not get herself to cross to either side of the narrow tunnel that separated the carnal world from the spiritual one.
She was stuck somewhere in the middle, like always, tangled in the midst of things that did not concern her.
Suddenly, as another acidic rush of vomit threatened to come gushing out her mouth she opened her eyes, the abrupt change of light hurting her as the world, for one of the very last times, presented itself before her -- the details of his face and the cloudy sky overhead finally becoming clear to her.
As clear as her deterring fate.
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She knew she was over, that with the setting sun of today and the receding waves that after laughing at her ran back to the depths of the ocean, she would soon fade from the world and from the memories of those she ever met.
Little did she know that for the one wolf she cared the most, she already had sunk into oblivion.
It was cruel, but it was real -- or it had been until now.
However, this was not an issue she had time to ponder on.
With the high contents of salt water in her system and the line between real and fake blurred beyond recognition, the agonizing creature could do, and didn't even attempt to, anything against Lasher's futile attempts to calm her, and save her.
His soft words were nothing but vibrations to the female, who after every passing second felt her lungs writhing and the very tip of her extremities falling into complete numbness. Time waited for no one, and despite still being concious (barely) Amelie could not get herself to cross to either side of the narrow tunnel that separated the carnal world from the spiritual one.
She was stuck somewhere in the middle, like always, tangled in the midst of things that did not concern her.
Suddenly, as another acidic rush of vomit threatened to come gushing out her mouth she opened her eyes, the abrupt change of light hurting her as the world, for one of the very last times, presented itself before her -- the details of his face and the cloudy sky overhead finally becoming clear to her.
As clear as her deterring fate.
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he did not know what could be done for her; he called lowly to the pregnant @blue willow, unsure if she would arrive before amelie departed this mortal coil, or if even anything could be done for her in her current state. she reeked of saltwater and fear, and he kissed her face solemnly, continuing to speak in the musical tongue of the glen.
perhaps with the spells of the small ones could he draw her from death's threshold; if such words had the ability to reanimate long dead corpses, and give windlashed spirits such as himself flesh, and the knowledge of speech, surely they would give back life before it had vacated one's body.
Do not mistake my kindness for weakness, I am stronger than you know.
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Blue did not venture far ever from the plateau's recesses, especially now. Though today as she lay, she thought she heard her lovers howl. But it was so very far away. She twitched an ear and lay down again, figuring it was only the wind. Though now she heard it again over the miles and she wondered at it. Perhaps it was fate that she heard it, or perhaps deep within she knew something was wrong and she manifested it differently. Who really knows? But deciding that even if it wasn't Lasher, whatever it was, was loud and far away.
Lifting green eyes to the sky, she stood and trotted towards it. Large and slow, she made it. Upon looking at the frightful sight of her adopted daughter, a cry of horror left her. Amelie! And in her mother's grief she could say no more, but rushed forward. Lapping at the girls face, her heart breaking all over again. Oh Amelie, what have I done? I should have fought to make you stay? Oh baby Her voice cracked softly, and swiftly as she fought the stem of salt , that threatened to take over her cheek and throat. The pearly tears of grief sliding softly, down her face.
Lifting green eyes to the sky, she stood and trotted towards it. Large and slow, she made it. Upon looking at the frightful sight of her adopted daughter, a cry of horror left her. Amelie! And in her mother's grief she could say no more, but rushed forward. Lapping at the girls face, her heart breaking all over again. Oh Amelie, what have I done? I should have fought to make you stay? Oh baby Her voice cracked softly, and swiftly as she fought the stem of salt , that threatened to take over her cheek and throat. The pearly tears of grief sliding softly, down her face.
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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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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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lasher could do nothing but draw back from mother and daughter, tears streaking his face as he witnessed what was surely the brutal death of amelie; even blue willow and all her skills in healing would not keep the girl from death, and he sensed the broken heart of his lover keenly.
Do not mistake my kindness for weakness, I am stronger than you know.
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March 06, 2015, 10:06 AM
Blue choked softly on bile and tears. Salt water sliding down her pelt of ebony. She tilted her head and nudged her daughter gently.
There is nothing to be sorry for Amelie. I love you.
She sucked in a breath, and lifted her muzzle to the sky. She let out a loud keening howl. Letting the world know, that this was unfair, and she was not happy about it. She howled again, and then lowered her head to Amelie again. She continued the descent and tucked her large body beside her, resting her head across her paws, her nose touching her. She would lay like that until Amelie was gone, with tears down her face.
There is nothing to be sorry for Amelie. I love you.
She sucked in a breath, and lifted her muzzle to the sky. She let out a loud keening howl. Letting the world know, that this was unfair, and she was not happy about it. She howled again, and then lowered her head to Amelie again. She continued the descent and tucked her large body beside her, resting her head across her paws, her nose touching her. She would lay like that until Amelie was gone, with tears down her face.
powerplay to keep this moving
amelie did not stir again, and lasher pressed his muzzle against the willow's shoulder, sharing in her grief. the lap of the surf was in his ears, and he sighed. silence stretched its wings o'ertop the pair, but at length the man stirred and nudged amelie's cheek gently. "we should bury her, my love." for no matter how much the willow loved the girl, the pair of them could not bear her back to the plateau.
amelie did not stir again, and lasher pressed his muzzle against the willow's shoulder, sharing in her grief. the lap of the surf was in his ears, and he sighed. silence stretched its wings o'ertop the pair, but at length the man stirred and nudged amelie's cheek gently. "we should bury her, my love." for no matter how much the willow loved the girl, the pair of them could not bear her back to the plateau.
Do not mistake my kindness for weakness, I am stronger than you know.
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April 01, 2015, 06:29 AM
Blue Willow looked at Lasher and though this was the part she dreaded, she knew it needed to be done. She nodded, and got slowly to her feet, her eyes sad. She looked around for a place, but was so blinded by her tears she could find nothing. She sighed, and turned towards Lasher. Where should we put her? Right where she lay? Will the surf eat away this far?
Hello Everyone. It's been forever.
April 09, 2015, 04:32 PM
one more post from you? <3
"no," he whispered. "we will draw her away, bury her at the junction of sand and forest." as he spoke, lasher circled amelie's body and grabbed as gently as he could, tugging at her stiffening form as tears rolled formlessly along his cheeks. he would do the brunt of the work, for he would not let the willow worry herself with the weight, and so it was slow going.
at length he had laid amelie along the line of sand that led into the beach, and settled on his haunches to rest and to regard blue willow sadly. he did not take but a palm of moments before he had sunk his paws into the earth and begun to dig, claws scraping at the sand and the clay soil beneath.
"no," he whispered. "we will draw her away, bury her at the junction of sand and forest." as he spoke, lasher circled amelie's body and grabbed as gently as he could, tugging at her stiffening form as tears rolled formlessly along his cheeks. he would do the brunt of the work, for he would not let the willow worry herself with the weight, and so it was slow going.
at length he had laid amelie along the line of sand that led into the beach, and settled on his haunches to rest and to regard blue willow sadly. he did not take but a palm of moments before he had sunk his paws into the earth and begun to dig, claws scraping at the sand and the clay soil beneath.
Do not mistake my kindness for weakness, I am stronger than you know.
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April 14, 2015, 07:11 AM
Blue Willow tried to help, really she did, but she just couldn't bring herself to grasp the bundle that had been her foster daughter. She did nudge ever so often, offering to push. Though truth be told, she felt as if she was sicking in sand, her vision blurry and her body grief stricken. She wasn't even sure she was thinking straight, so numb she felt.
Shaking her head and forcing herself forward, she lent her own paws to the work. It was rhythmic and calming, and it gave her chance to allow her mind to wander. It wandered back to the first day, that she had met Amelie. The day she had promised to take care of the girl, she had failed, badly.
She sighed, and as they reached a point, she again nudged the now silent girl into the grave. Making sure to now allow her body any abuse. As what was once Amelie fell into the dirt, a soft tear slid down her face. She spoke softly, Goodbye Amelie. Love you.
Shaking her head and forcing herself forward, she lent her own paws to the work. It was rhythmic and calming, and it gave her chance to allow her mind to wander. It wandered back to the first day, that she had met Amelie. The day she had promised to take care of the girl, she had failed, badly.
She sighed, and as they reached a point, she again nudged the now silent girl into the grave. Making sure to now allow her body any abuse. As what was once Amelie fell into the dirt, a soft tear slid down her face. She spoke softly, Goodbye Amelie. Love you.
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May 01, 2015, 08:39 PM
gonna reply once more to finish this up <3
he kissed blue willow then, and when she had grieved the last of her tears, he bore her home against his shoulder, pausing often to allow her rest and hoarse words whispered in amelie's memory.
he kissed blue willow then, and when she had grieved the last of her tears, he bore her home against his shoulder, pausing often to allow her rest and hoarse words whispered in amelie's memory.
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