Never Come Between Us
Field Medic
08-01-2021, 02:20 PM
It didn't take long for Satira to feel the strong paws of her mother scoop her up into a comforting and secure embrace, the little pup instantly snuggling into the safety of Asla's fur like she could disappear from the world. Her heart was still pounding with fear and adrenaline was rushing through her veins, wide blue eyes showing the terror she'd felt at that moment. Death wasn't a foreign concept to the girl, but this was the only time she'd ever felt truly vulnerable to it, the sudden sense of mortality shaking her to her core. Satira trembled in her mother's hold, giving tiny whimpers as she tried and failed to hold back tears from spilling down her face. She felt like such a failure, so stupid for trying to stand up to a creature more than ten times her size! But her mother had done it, and she wanted to help. All her efforts had done though was put herself in danger.
Satira peered up at Asla's worried expression while her mother nuzzled her head, still unable to form words to tell her how she felt. In that moment between blacking out and death, Satira had been so afraid—afraid that she'd let her mother down, that she'd never get to snuggle with her again, never get to play with Arcturus or run through the Armada grasslands or splash in the sea. "I'm okay. My chest hurts," she said after a moment, her voice hoarse while she held back a few more coughs from her spasming lungs. She didn't mention the terror she felt, but that would have been obvious to Asla. The poor darling was still shaking like a leaf and her breathing was a shallow panting at best. She didn't resist when Asla mentioned bringing her home and having a bath. During their hug, Tira had gotten plenty of the snake's sticky blood all over herself as well.
The pup said nothing as Asla scooped her up and placed her on her back, Tira's tiny paws clinging to her mother's scruff like her life depended on it. She risked peering back at the decapitated snake, unable to look at it without envisioning herself coiled up in its long, thick body, moments away from being crushed to death. Still quivering, Satira buried her face into her mother's scruff and cried. "I'm sorry, Mom," she whimpered softly. What was she sorry for? Satira didn't really know. She just felt this deep guilt for... something. Maybe it was getting in the way and putting herself in danger? Maybe it was because she felt she'd failed and let her mother down? Who really knew how the mind of a scared child worked.
"Satira Fatalis"
Satira peered up at Asla's worried expression while her mother nuzzled her head, still unable to form words to tell her how she felt. In that moment between blacking out and death, Satira had been so afraid—afraid that she'd let her mother down, that she'd never get to snuggle with her again, never get to play with Arcturus or run through the Armada grasslands or splash in the sea. "I'm okay. My chest hurts," she said after a moment, her voice hoarse while she held back a few more coughs from her spasming lungs. She didn't mention the terror she felt, but that would have been obvious to Asla. The poor darling was still shaking like a leaf and her breathing was a shallow panting at best. She didn't resist when Asla mentioned bringing her home and having a bath. During their hug, Tira had gotten plenty of the snake's sticky blood all over herself as well.
The pup said nothing as Asla scooped her up and placed her on her back, Tira's tiny paws clinging to her mother's scruff like her life depended on it. She risked peering back at the decapitated snake, unable to look at it without envisioning herself coiled up in its long, thick body, moments away from being crushed to death. Still quivering, Satira buried her face into her mother's scruff and cried. "I'm sorry, Mom," she whimpered softly. What was she sorry for? Satira didn't really know. She just felt this deep guilt for... something. Maybe it was getting in the way and putting herself in danger? Maybe it was because she felt she'd failed and let her mother down? Who really knew how the mind of a scared child worked.
