Death is saving me
Knight
05-20-2021, 06:49 PM
The chuckle Resin made as they opened her cell made her nervous, but it seemed like a momentary flicker before Resin darted out of the room and up the stairs, leaving her and Sirius behind. Her ears fell back against her head and she desperately hoped she had made the right decision as she rushed up after her mate, frantically climbing the stairs two and three at a time and running out the castle doors into the dark of night. She could only watch as Resin threw herself into the right without even a moment's hesitation. She slowed to a stop for a moment beside Ulric, sensing him tense when he saw Resin, but she looked up at him, her mint gaze pleading to let Resin have this. Let her go out in the same way she had approached most of her life - biting and swinging.
She knew this would be the end. Deep in her bones, she knew. Though the blur of the bloody fight as she leapt in to get bites in where she could, pulling attention here and there, weakening their opponents in any way she could manage. She didn't see most of the wounds that Resin received till toward the end, the whole thing a haze of fear and sorrow for what was to come. Her heart ached in her chest before the time even came and at some point she turned around to look for the next opponent to see Resin on the ground, covered in blood, a huge wound across her spine and holes torn at her sides. She froze in place, heaving trembling breaths into her lungs. She saw the giant dire wolf, one with a single eye looming over her, but she was frozen. She couldn't make her paws move. She wanted to jump in, rip out his throat, kill him for what he had done to her dying mate. But she couldn't. She was stuck, frozen by fear and heartbreak.
In true Resin fashion, she didn't need them. Tamsyn watched as Resin reached up, snatching the bastard's jaw and ripping it clean off of his face. It was a horrible, bloody mess, but she barely spared it a glance. The rest of the world fell away as she watched Resin go still, laying on her side, surrounded by blood and gore and everything that shouldn't be there. A sob choked her, and she staggered forward, slowly at first. One step and then another and another until she was running to her side. She knew she was crying, she knew she was screaming Resin's name, but she couldn't hear her own voice. She couldn't hear any of them. She fell to the ground next to her fallen mate, pressing her face into Resin's bloodied neck, heavy, body shaking sobs leaving her as her paws carefully wrapped around her broken form, pulling her close as her heart shattered in her chest, breaking apart any pieces that were left.
At some point she thought she felt someone pull at her, but she shoved them away, refusing to let go, gripping tight to Resin's body as if it was the one thing keeping her from drifting off to sea. Everything hurt as if her emotional trauma could manifest itself into physical pain. She muttered and moaned Resin's name again and again, gently shaking her as if that could get her to wake up, make all of this a horrible nightmare, and she would wake up in bed beside her with everything back to how it once had been. It didn't matter that she had let Resin out, that she had wanted this instead of watching her die in a cell. None of that mattered in the wake of her soul crushing, heart shattering sorrow. Perhaps later she would be able to see the beauty in letting Resin go down fighting, of keeping her from suffering any longer. But not right now. Right now her mate was dead and the inconsolable pain in her chest ripped at her worse than anything that had caused the scars that were painted across her body.
Tamsyn Carpathius
She knew this would be the end. Deep in her bones, she knew. Though the blur of the bloody fight as she leapt in to get bites in where she could, pulling attention here and there, weakening their opponents in any way she could manage. She didn't see most of the wounds that Resin received till toward the end, the whole thing a haze of fear and sorrow for what was to come. Her heart ached in her chest before the time even came and at some point she turned around to look for the next opponent to see Resin on the ground, covered in blood, a huge wound across her spine and holes torn at her sides. She froze in place, heaving trembling breaths into her lungs. She saw the giant dire wolf, one with a single eye looming over her, but she was frozen. She couldn't make her paws move. She wanted to jump in, rip out his throat, kill him for what he had done to her dying mate. But she couldn't. She was stuck, frozen by fear and heartbreak.
In true Resin fashion, she didn't need them. Tamsyn watched as Resin reached up, snatching the bastard's jaw and ripping it clean off of his face. It was a horrible, bloody mess, but she barely spared it a glance. The rest of the world fell away as she watched Resin go still, laying on her side, surrounded by blood and gore and everything that shouldn't be there. A sob choked her, and she staggered forward, slowly at first. One step and then another and another until she was running to her side. She knew she was crying, she knew she was screaming Resin's name, but she couldn't hear her own voice. She couldn't hear any of them. She fell to the ground next to her fallen mate, pressing her face into Resin's bloodied neck, heavy, body shaking sobs leaving her as her paws carefully wrapped around her broken form, pulling her close as her heart shattered in her chest, breaking apart any pieces that were left.
At some point she thought she felt someone pull at her, but she shoved them away, refusing to let go, gripping tight to Resin's body as if it was the one thing keeping her from drifting off to sea. Everything hurt as if her emotional trauma could manifest itself into physical pain. She muttered and moaned Resin's name again and again, gently shaking her as if that could get her to wake up, make all of this a horrible nightmare, and she would wake up in bed beside her with everything back to how it once had been. It didn't matter that she had let Resin out, that she had wanted this instead of watching her die in a cell. None of that mattered in the wake of her soul crushing, heart shattering sorrow. Perhaps later she would be able to see the beauty in letting Resin go down fighting, of keeping her from suffering any longer. But not right now. Right now her mate was dead and the inconsolable pain in her chest ripped at her worse than anything that had caused the scars that were painted across her body.
