are the dead really silent?I felt so cold. So empty and hungry. The world around me had nothing to do with the chill seeping into my body and possessing my soul. There was the emptiness there that had once been filled with my bond, my Imprint, my love, my Psyche. She had been the light of my world, the world in my eyes. My children, by children shined as the stars of the night, brightening even the darkness. Still, the break sunk in and the blindness started to take hold of my mind.
Spirits once silent truly started to lift their voices. Their forms and shadows circling around me like the vultures watching the dead. Reapers and gatherers lurked just beyond my realm, hissing their encouragement, insisting upon something I had truly broken. Desperately I tried to stay here, on the solid trails beneath my feet. I tried to play with my daughters, see the life through their eyes. Anything to feel as though I were still here, I was still who I was, and the world still graced me with the touch of peace and light it spread onto its walkers.
Nothing could take away the shattered feeling gripping my chest. There was nothing I could do to take back what I had done. The crime I had committed, in the moments of blind desperation, could never be repaired. The payment: a life for a life. Was futile while all still lived. The life I had given for Solstice to survive still lived under her care. I could do nothing to reclaim what I had taken for the one I had taken it from. I brought a sacrifice, and offering to the tables of Glorall. I knew she was there, I could smell her in the sweetness of the darkened spring. Unseeing I followed the trail, the leg of a lamb in my jaws. My voice issuing a nearly constant stream of soft cries, whispering for forgiveness from the spirits who were hunting my mind.
I came to her den. My body convulsed as the scent of birth hit the mask I tried to wear. The offering dropped from my maw, my body hit the ground soon after. My large bulk flattened as low as it could against the dirt, tail tucked tight to my body as all of my being quivered.
Please… I rasp, voice broken as my paled body. A whisper in the shadows of the den. I look to the pups and my shaking intensifies. They are so beautiful. They have so much life and so much life before them. I inch forward, just wanting to touch them with the tip of my nose, assure myself they are truly alive and not creatures of the darkness that sired them. ....please… gods please….
I beg.
lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; Asteraia |