Just One Last Time
08-06-2013, 03:58 PM
((Liberty first, anyone to follow. Set just at the boarders of Valhalla, not long after the event thread, waters would be going down but still drizzling slightly. Anyone welcome)) His heart was heavy, that cold feeling of dread had spread to the rest of his body as soon as he and Liberty had reached high enough ground. He was shaking violently now, barely able to support his own weight but still he drug his wife's body behind him. Thank god for her petite form or else he would have had to leave her and he didn't think he could ever forgive himself if he had. The rain was beginning to let up and as it slowed the waters began to lower as well. he was done with floods, maybe he should move to a mountain so then he would never have to deal with a flood again. The higher ground wouldn't save him from fires or volcano eruptions but floods were what was slowly destroying the man. he had lost his first mate in the flood in Taiyae and he had sworn he would never love again because of that. And then there had been Aislyn, blowing him completely out of the water and making him question everything. It feels like yesterday that he had finally gotten up the courage to ask her to be his mate. He had gone hunting for them, been trying to spend more time with his daughter and had been trying to be a better husband. But it was gone now... All it was was suddenly ripped from his grasp and he was left with nothing... If not for Liberty he would have had nothing to stop him from simply allowing the water to fill his lungs when he had found Aislyn in their den. He was shaking by the time he had stopped, releasing his grip on his wife's scruff and placing her head gently on the ground. He could barely see anything through the tears that were welling in his eyes. But he looked to his daughter, expression somber, and lifted his paw to motion for her to join him. Aislyn's normally white and luscious pelt was wet and matted with dirt. Thankfully the slow drizzle was was beginning to rinse off the dirt but her current state did her no justice. He leaned forward, noticing that her eyes were still open, and placed a gentle kiss on each side of her perfect face, tongue sweeping out to close her eyes. She looked peaceful now, unnaturally still but still beautiful none the less. But she was gone, the life filled being that he had fallen in love with was nothing more then an empty shell. Maybe one day they would be together again, he whole heatedly believed that. But it would be a while, he was all Liberty had now and he would never leave her. He knew where he wasnted to bury her, in the same place he had proposed to her, but he couldn't tell where that was. Damn. he didn't even know where he was right now or if they were even still in pack lands. What were they going to do now? What could they do? He didn't want to wait until the water had gone down to bury his wife, he had dealt with enough dead bodies to know that rigor-mortise would be settling in soon enough and then it would be extremely hard to move her until it had passed. He began to nudge her limbs, rearranging them delicatly so she looked as though she had simply passed in her sleep. What was he going to do without her? He couldn't even begin to imagine life without her but here they were facing it now. At least he had Liberty, the one ray of light in his otherwise seemingly bleak life. A pack with no friends, a mate who had died protecting their daughter... Why had he been out? Why couldn't he have simply stayed with them. Then maybe Aislyn would still be alive. His chest was tightening as his mind carried on with the cartwheel of thoughts, spiraling downwards faster and faster. "WHAT DO WE DO NOW?" His tone was heavy and somber as he gazed down at his daughter. he wanted to run, to leave Valhalla behind and to leave these memories here. But this was his daughter's home, it was all she had ever known. He couldn't take her away from her home, especially right after her mother death. Did she want to be here? Did she want to remain living where her mother had died? He didn't know if he could go back to their den and sleep where he had retrieved Aislyn. But for Liberty he would. "WE HAVE TO BURY HER SOON, I WISH WE COULD DO MORE BUT I'M EXHAUSTED AND I DON'T WANT TO ATTRACT SCAVENGERS WHILE WE REST." He was trying so hard to be strong for his daughter when all he wanted to do was break down and weep. He knew that he probably sounded cold but he couldn't help it, the only way he could stop himself from collapsing under the weight of the sorrow and fatigue was to let the numbness spread over him. "IT LOOKS LIKE IT MIGHT BE A NICE SPOT HERE WHEN IT DRIES UP AND THE SUN COMES OUT. DO YOU THINK SHE WOULD APPROVE OF HERE?" He asked softly, voice braking near the end but he tried to force out a chuckle even as the tears began to fall. Even in her death he wanted nothing more then for her to be happy... For some reason he found that funny, though he didn't entirely understand why. Would she haunt him if he didn't bury her where she would have liked? He was so tired but they needed to do this, it would be nice if they could call the rest of the pack but they couldn't wait until the waters were down. "SHOULD WE TRY AND CALL THE PACK?" He asked after a moment, looking to his daughter once more. He was probably putting way too much on his daughter but he couldn't do it, he just couldn't. Everything was piling up and he was waiting for it to come crashing down. He felt short of breath, cold and was still shaking. He would howl if needed but wasn't even too keen on seeing the rest of the pack. He didn't want to bury her then wait in the background while the pack said their goodbyes like he did at every pack meeting or social gathering. |
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