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Nothing Left

Mojito



Aslatiel

Loner

Master Hunter (245)

Master Fighter (245)

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age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
99
size
Small
build
Light
posts
1,054
player
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Samhain 2022Statue 1 Worship
10-15-2021, 03:24 PM


"Aslatiel"

Aslatiel was empty. She held it together for the kids, sliding her mask back on when they were in her presence, but as soon as they weren't, the mask came off. She didn't want to see anyone or speak to anyone. The fawn and grey fae wanted absolutely nothing to do with anything other than her children. She kept it together just enough for their sake. Without Satira and Arcturus grounding her, there would have been a very real risk of total self destruction.

Sometimes it was hard to see just how much someone meant to you until they were gone. She'd had a taste of it with Indigo, but he wasn't really gone. Naiche was irretrievably gone. She would never see him roll his eyes at her again. She would never hear his huff of annoyance. She would never hear him chastise her for being reckless. Arcturus would grow up without a father, but she had promised Naiche on his deathbed that the boy would forever have a protective mother.

With a sigh, Aslatiel settled her chin down upon one bent paw. The children were inside asleep and the night was dark. Clouds obscured the moon and only the small fire beside her kept total darkness at bay. The fawn colored fae rested on a thick fur, the flickering flames dancing across her striped pelt, casting her in a golden light. Gold... just like the one that she'd lost. "Oh Naiche..." she whispered into nothingness before burying her face in her crossed paws. The tears that she hid from her children flowed down her cheeks, finally able to be loose after being held back for so long.
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