The Last Night
Death Thread
05-16-2020, 01:57 AM
She woke with a start. A dream she had forced her awake again. She'd been sleeping somewhat soundly throughout the night, though her sleep was often disturbed by fits of dreams that often woke her up with feelings of foreboding and...sadness. Night after night it kept happening, sometimes causing her to wake up and remain tired throughout the day and even cutting into her usual good moods. She missed Holland still, even though he hadn't been around that long, she had grown to like him quite a lot before he seemingly vanished off the face of the earth. She dreamed of her mother when they were pups sleeping in their parent's den...when things were good. Uncomplicated. When everything seemed right with the world before...well...before her mother left. Tonight was no different, but she had managed to sleep long enough until another dream woke her up at the crack of dawn. She lied there for a long while as she tried her hardest to get back to sleep, but she couldn't. Staring at the den wall, she couldn't help but feel like something was...off. But she couldn't figure out what. Maybe she'd be able to get back to sleep with the presence and comfort of her father... Sighing, she quietly got up and shook the dust off her fur before stepping out of the den. But the moment she blinked the sleep away from her eyes and stepped out into the cold air, she froze. There, between her den and Torin's...she couldn't comprehend what she was seeing for a moment. It felt as if someone had punched her in the gut and she couldn't breathe. She didn't blink. Didn't move. It was as if time had stopped and the world around her ground to a halt. "D-dad...?" She managed to breathe the words. Nothing more than a whisper. Almost silent to her own ears. It wasn't a dream this time. As if she were moving in slow motion, she stumbled forward until she reached his side. She reached out to touch him, hoping that he was just resting or maybe even just waiting for them to wake up. Or for the sun to rise...but when her nose touched him...his warmth was nearly gone. She took a step back, looking him over for signs of life but all she could see was that he looked like he was sleeping. "No...no no no no..." She shook her head, the tears beginning to form as she quickly pressed against him, desperately hoping that her warmth would wake him up. After a few minutes, she could feel his body growing colder...his expression never changing. Her father...never moving. She tried to choke back the tears then as she desperately sought out help. "T-T-Tor-in...T-Torin! Torin! Tor...!" She cried out for her brother between choked breaths as she tried to keep her father warm. She curled up against him and buried her face into his fur, unwilling to believe he was...gone. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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