don't turn away now
ft acere
Heloise could not begin to think what Acere was going through. Perhaps if she knew, she would claim it was her fault. But then again, she always did think things were her fault or her blame. She was doomed to be an unintentional martyr. The conversation with his lost love was all in his head, and she had no way of knowing what happened. Suddenly, he burst back into the scene as if he had stilled. Her shoulder burned from effort. Blood dripped from her deep wounds and her head was light, but she would not sit there and be saved without doing something. that was not what being a cel Mare was about. She would not dishonor her family and her people. “Die!” she snarled, her own façade forgotten as Acere threw himself at the bear and toppled him to the earth. She was not sure whose red eyes she saw as she looked upon the embattled pair. Maybe she was seeing things too.
Heloise could swear she saw a large, dark frame looking down at her from the ship. Those haunted red eyes she had loved so much at one point. I’m sorry she pushed the face that haunted her for years now away. She had accepted his death – no, murder - as an absolution. That it had been fair, sugar-coating it and living a lie. But it had been murder. She had taken it upon herself to do it. Justifying it. when she opened her eyes, the shape was gone, and she was back. it all seemed to happen in an instance. As if her body had been left of its spirit. Acere crunched down on the windpipe of the bear, causing it to thrash wildly. But the dire wolf held on. Heloise went to his side and added her jaws to the bear’s neck too. she bit deep down as she had at the border with the cougar.
It had to have been minutes, but it seemed like seconds had passed as the pair did so. The bear jerked again, shuddering and was still. Apparently, it was weakened by its lack of food. But that didn’t matter. It had tread upon Winterfell land. It had tried to steal their resources. It had to die. A bear would keep coming back, wherein a cougar would learn. Panting heavily, Heloise dislodged her jaws from its neck and stepped back. her vision swam with color and she fell to her side, breathing hard but otherwise uninjured. "A-Acere... are you okay?" she gasped softly.
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heloise has a male gyrfalcon named kresnik with a fifty-inch wingspan
always assume he is in threads nearby and in battles with her
as her love acere praetor is allowed in any of her threads regardless of tag