Mistletoe's Beloved - Loner
There was a chill on the air that burrowed deep into his bones. It wasn't just the cold, he had decided, but something different. For a moment he thought he heard a call, faint, echo in his ears and he paused, head turning left and right. It sounded almost like.. Natu? It was gone though and he wasn't even sure it have ever been real. Shaking his head with a grunt he continues his walk, head hanging between his shoulders and nose occasionally twitching to catch fresh scents. He did not want Mistletoe to go hungry in this scarce time and he would find her something, even a scraggly hare if he had to dig it out of it's burrow. He had wandered far with his beloved, had created a lineage that he considered strong. Levi would grow to be a fierce leader one day and Ravenna, well, she reminded him of himself. Enya had a taste of wild in her that he watched often, thinking of his younger years, and while his other children were more gentle in nature that did not mean that they were less loved. Perhaps, in a way, more so because they reminded him so much of Mistletoe.
The scent of blood is caught only moments before he hears the snarls, hears the cries, and then hears a voice that he is shocked to find here in this spot. In this situation. His head lifts, tail straightening and stiffening as he pads swiftly towards the disturbance and uncovers a scene. It takes him mere moments to deduce what is happening once looking past the dead doe - Enya stands with her jaws gripped around the neck of a tan and brown female. His yellow/brown eyes widen and he freezes.
He wants to stop her but she is his daughter and the two thoughts wage war within his head. Yet still he moves, a thunderous run that takes him towards Enya, attempting to slam his shoulder into her to perhaps loosen her grip on the female. He doesn't even notice the the female stops moving. All he cares about is righting this wrong that his child had wrought, fixing it before it was too late, before she lost a piece of herself. Except that in doing so he has drawn the wrath of his child who is in the throes of blood lust.
Enya turns on him and he brings his head up, a growl building in his throat, planning to stop her with the sheer force of his presence. Except she is quick, like a snake, and in the movement he left his throat wide open. In she comes, biting down on the soft fleshy meat and penetrating his windpipe. When she jerks her head back and side to side he yelps but it comes out strangled. Maybe it is then that she realizes what she is doing and WHO she is hurting.
The moment her jaw leaves his throat his hips fall down, so that he is holding himself up by his front legs. Blood trickles down the red of his throat, his eyes blinking rapidly as he opens his mouth and ends up gurgling and coughing, blood spattering his muzzle. En-ya, he says, staring at her in alarm, shocked by the turn of events, by the horror he thinks he sees on her face, by the alarming cold that seems to be burrowing into him. Mistletoe is waiting for him and that scares him - what will happen to his mate? He fears for her and for his children but mostly for Enya who looks so lost suddenly.
He wants to say he loves her because he knows he is dying. His figure wobbles and then falls to the side, blood seeping into the snow with a slow trail. Love... he coughs out but it is too much and it strains him, his eyes fluttering closed, his body blessedly numb as the world chokes into black and then gray and then.. nothing.
His ribcage stops rising and falling and his spirit stirs within him but it is unhappy. It is strained and it hovers, waiting for the other half it needs to be complete, to move on. The call of his sister comes again and he can hear it now as he looks down upon his body for he sees her standing in the distance surrounded by light with a black shadow at her side and she begs him to come with them. But no, he will wait, for he would wait a lifetime for his Mistletoe.