It would seem that with my arrival, the tide of the fight changed in favor of the wolves who had everything to fight and die for. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of white come from Everlyse's den, snapping me slightly out of my blinding anger, enough to look over and see Everlyse standing there, desperately trying to pull her mate from the jaws of the bear. And she does, as the bear loosens its grip just enough to free Ifrit, who took the beast's throat with him. And just like that, the chaos is over as the bear's heart stops beating, but the that is not the only heart that will stop on this day.
Everlyse and Ifrit collapse together, and I am quick to be by her side, to support her in anyway I can. I can see the relief wash through her entire body, that she thinks it is all over and all is well, but I can still feel dread in knowing that the worst has yet to come. And I can only close my eyes when I hear the dying sounds of Neirin close by, I need not look to know. I can feel a pain and sadness spark in my chest that is not entirely mine, and as I open my eyes and look at Everlyse, I can see the reality of the situation sinking in for her as she stares into Ifrit's dimming eyes.
I take a step back to give them their space and to them their final moments together. Ifrits words make my lip twitch ever so slightly as I restrain myself from silently snarling at him. He was an old fool, because no matter how great he had been once, he was still riddled by age, and if the other wolves hadn't come to help, the bear would still be doing more damage. His pride would be the downfall on this day, and he would hurt more than his brother with his death. I was left to watch in silence, my face conveying no emotion as he the life finally left his eyes completely. It was sad, yes, but what made it even more sad was how much pain he was going to cause Everlyse and his children.
"I-Ifrit?.." It is Everlyse, and he voice causes my heart to break into two. I watch in pain as she bites and snarls desperately at him, trying to get him to return her actions in any way. I can feel her heart breaking, it is both the blessing and the curse of imprints. Then she lies silently by his side, and before I can step forward to be by her side, she is up and next to the bear. I can see the seething anger in her eyes, and I can only imagine what that anger will lead her to do in these moments. For I have seen what can happen when a wolf falls victim to grief and anger.
I watch cautiously as she rips into the chest of the bear, tearing and digging away for something. I am quick to move my body in front of the den, to try and block as much of the scene from the pup's prying eyes as possible. I refrain from approaching her so that she does not strike out against me and cause herself any more grief. My split gaze watches as she rips the bears cold and motionless heart out, holding it in her jaws almost triumphantly. She is so soaked in blood, it is almost hard to tell who she was anymore, if it wasn't for those eyes that I love so much. She stands, growling with each breath and almost daring any to challenge her for her prize, but it is obvious that none will step forth.
She stumbles from the body of the bear and then collapses at Ifrits side, causing me to rise in concern and slowly move closer. I can feel her exhaustion, her pain, for she has pushed herself too far on this day and it is taking its toll on her body. She looks to me and I can see the pain in her eyes, the tears she fights back. If my heart wasn't already feeling the effects of the day, it was shattered by that simple look. I watch her silently as she nuzzles into her mate once more, releasing the heart to him. I continue to walk towards her slowly just as her head falls back and she lets loose a heart broken howl of pain.
Weakness finally silences her and her body shuts down from exhaustion as she falls unconscious. I am now quick to her side, gently nudging her with my nose in an attempt to keep her awake, but it is no use. I collapse beside her, gently curling up to her to in a desperate attempts at comforting her. I do not even notice what goes on around me, only her. I gently begin to clean her, to cleanse that white fur of her from the staining red of the bear's blood.
Oh my Everlyse, I am so sorry.......
7 years/ Throwing my faith away for/ Fighting for Everlyse/ Asteraia
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