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What We Hold Dear



Lark

Somnium

age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
316

Famous
09-29-2018, 05:47 PM
It had taken him some time to realize it, but Lillie was slowly slipping away from him. Perhaps not in the worst sense of the word - oh god, he couldn't even begin to imagine that - some kind of sickness had grabbed hold of her and refused to let go. At first, it wasn't anything alarming.. a slight cough and a general feeling of being worn down that Lillie couldn't quite seem to shake. But days turned into weeks, and slowly he noticed the way her rib bones protruded in a way he hadn't noticed before, the way short walks seemed far more strenuous than they really should be, even despite their age. Even Lark noticed the subtle signs... the way he seemed stiffer than he remembered upon first waking up, and the way hunting winded him more quickly than he liked. But whatever was happening with Lillie was something else entirely. Something neither of them were sure what to do with, and they could only hide her sickness from their kids for so long...

Lark heaved a sigh as he went to find her, padding quietly through the plains. Finding her was easy, as she wasn't at all far from their den, and Lark moved with ease across the familiar terrain. Navigating Abaven's lands came as second nature to him now, more familiar to him than anything else in the world - even his family. At least these lands were one constant in his life, when everything else felt so unstable. He narrowed his eyes, searching for her - and his heart lightened when he finally found her, despite her slumped position on the ground. "Lillie," he greeted her gently, closing the distance between them and nosing her neck tenderly. "Are you feeling alright?" God, if only he could take her sickness away and carry the burden of it himself, he would do so without thinking. And he hadn't even begun to question if it was something that might pass on to him... if it was, he'd face that then, but he wouldn't let her suffer through it on her own.