Like some ungodly force she pulls and tugs, the soft and plush scruff of her mate between her teeth. Her heart pounding like the first day they had met, their bodies colliding like two trains yet this time it is out of fear and determination to save him. Her eyes are fixated on him, ignoring the world around her. She has no idea what is occurring in this mind set, no time, no faces, just the sight of his plush coat below her as she strains with all her might to free him. Her growls muffled in his coat, her body screaming at the pain that is the result of this abuse at such a time of healing yet she never fails, never releases, a constant force to be had.
The she is flying, the carefree quality is muffled by her fear as she hangs onto her giant for life as they fall to the soil, the air is pushed from her lungs yet she ignores the ache and somehow finds her body wrapped along her giant. Her chest heaving, orange eyes blinking down at the him, the sight of the flesh in her jaws give her pause as she glances briefly to the now silent bear before greedily moving back to him. A wicked grin on her lips at the fact the beast had fallen and her giant was safe now, safe with her as for the first time since that sleepy night in the den she holds him without the intent of violence. Her white coat covered in the blood of her mate and bear with her own staining her back end at the rupture of healing wounds yet she is happy, he is free. All is well. Until the dying sounds of Neirin bleed into her ears, ears drop at the sight she finds. No longer does the gold male breathe. No! Immediately she looks back to her giant, his brother and blood had fallen. Orange eyes hoping he would not follow, but as she looks into those green eyes that appear to dim she cannot help the warning growl that escapes. Threatening her mate even in this time, for she would not have him leaving her.
Ears flicker at his words and she cannot help the choked rasped chuckle that escapes at his old comment, a faint smile on her lips as the fear that been growing dims. His mouth taking her limp within and gnawing almost gently, too gently?.. For he was talking he was surely going to survive this, her giant was a beast no matter his age and he would not fall. But it the next that causes her to pause. Why was he saying this now? And why did it make her stomach fill with lead? Eyes focus on his mouth, watching as it seems to grow redder with each breath and once again do her hackles raise. Another warning growl at those almost condemning words. He could not leave her, she would not allow it. He had given her children, an army. They needed him, she needed him. No!
She does not know how to handle this, this overload of emotions that swarm her. He is dying. Never had she lost someone that meant something to her. Death was common to her but those they had died meant nothing, and here her mate lay on his last breaths. She cannot comprehend it, her mind knows yet it refuses it. She stares at him, orange eyes narrowing as she watches more words come. He demands she feast. And orange eyes watch with dread as those burning emeralds die out and she is left staring at the male who had she had come to care of. For a moment she is speechless, choking on her own spit as her throat seems to tighten.
"I-Ifrit?.." She chokes a rasped whisper from her lips, waiting for those unseeing eyes to look at her once more yet he is still. She strikes like a damn viper snapping at his muzzle as teeth grasp flesh. Her heart is breaking, her snarls drowning out her the pounding in her ears. Hoping that her bite would fill her giant with rage and his heart would once again beat, so that he may punish her, yet as teeth retract there is no returning bite and she stares dumbly down at the mate once filled with fire now gone. He is dead and it seems to splinter her reality into shards as they pierce her body with such precision it feels as if her organs tear.
She isn't sure how long she lays at his side, possibly it is only seconds. For in one breath she is with him the next she is at the side of the bear. The orange of her eyes has bleed away to the black of her pupils, as she eyes the beast with such hatred. Jaws gaping as saliva drips. Her body tainted in red yet she wants more, this thing killed him, killed Neirin and even though it too has perished it is not enough. Her body is on fumes, exhaustion creeping in yet she continues to almost pace along it's side stepping in it's entrails as eyes never leave the monster. One step and then another, climbing the fallen bear as eyes lock on his throat the missing chunk calling to her as she snaps, leaving her sanity to the call of the feral mind of one who has lost a mate. She wants it's heart and she will have it.
Paws dig into the flesh still warm, teeth ripping at the meat and tendons as she enlarges the hole. Her snarls and madness seeping through the sounds that escape her mouth. Her once white coat now covered in red. Blood dripping from her coat as she pursues it with purpose. By now the hole is large enough for her muzzle to weasel itself down the throat as she pulls and tears, feverishly making room for her paws as if she is tunneling within the beast. At this downward trail she creates she bypasses the protective ribs that encase his chest, eyes catching sight of the offensive organ so still and yet so powerful. Her lungs scream at the lack of air but she will not give in until she has it between her teeth. Her back feet find purchase within the bears mouth as she pushes out which drives her in those last few inches as she grasps it.
She does not remember removing herself from the bear, all she knows is her success as the heart of the enemy lay in her mouth, her blood red coat dripping as she grins wickedly around the organ in her mouth, pieces of flesh clinging to her body. It is frightening sight, one surely to haunt her children for she is in plain sight of the den and all the eyes within yet her eyes are unseeing as she heaves for breathes atop the mighty beast. A broken growl escaping with each exhale. Her body is strung ready for any who dare interfere in this moment for this was her's. Her giant had given it to her and the possessiveness she feels of the bear is not one to challenge. But at the moment she is reveling in the fact that she holds the mighty beasts heart in her mouth as she stumbles down his chest, falling into the soil yet never releasing it.
Exhaustion almost takes her right there, the pain returning with each breath yet she is not where she wants to be. With a snarl she attempts to stand, warning any near that dared offer her aid a promise of pain. She would not be weak this moment, she will not embarrass her mate even in his death as she stumbles to shorten the distance between his body and hers. Orange eyes blinking at the blood that drips down her face, glancing at those that had helped in the downfall of the beast briefly lingering on her shadow stalker, allowing her pain to show only to him. As tears strain in her eyes, he has seen her they all have. Yet she cannot care, this was for Ifrit. The loss of him taking a toll on her as she finally collapses at his side.
She heaves for breaths, her head nuzzling into the scruff that her teeth once held to free him, the heart had fallen to rest alongside his head. Whimpers escape as they are muffled into his coat, yet no tears stain him. It is a sight to behold. The bloody baron laying dead among the plains with his once white mate now covered from head to tail in blood, a bloody baroness for her baron. Her head strains back as a weak howl of loss chokes from her lungs, the melody one of pain before her strength flees and silences her. As her orange eyes flutter and her body shuts itself down to try and recover what she had damaged again. As she embraces him one last time before darkness falls.
everlyse
MATE; IFRIT - IMPRINT; REICH - ROGUE OF ASTERAIA