Its Hard to Say Goodbye

Aslatiel · 10-24-2021, 05:24 PM

The moments seemed to slow and time stood still. With every breath that Naiche took, Asla could see the puddle of blood grow larger. He didn't have long, but she wouldn't let him bleed out and suffer. She couldn't. The dying mans words about fighting her brought a sob of sad laughter and she placed her forehead against his. "Same here, Golden Boy," she assured him. Never had she seen him more passionate than when they were fighting. He never held back with her and she did him the same service, never holding back.

After Naiche spoke heartfelt words to his son, giving him instructions and sharing his hopes with the boy, Aslatiel sat up. She took a step away, giving the trio a moment together while steeling her nerves. She would do this because she had to; because he deserved this from her. Never in her life had Asla shrunk away from difficult tasks and today would be no different. She did the things that were too difficult for others to do.

Once the pair were done speaking the fawn colored fae moved back to his side. He thanked her and she once again stroked his cheek with one paw. Tears began sliding anew down her cheeks and she raised that same paw to wipe the tracks of wetness from the scarred side of her face. He called her brave and maybe she was, but at the moment, she didn't feel brave. [She felt helpless, like she should have been able to get there sooner to save the man that now lay dying before her. The man that she would soon kill.

color=#ffffff]"Arc, there was a stream a ways back that wasn't frozen over. Go wash the blood from Pan's claws. He's your responsibility now."[/color] She figured that her order and the words that she used would get the boy moving and eventually he parted ways, but not before she placed one last kiss upon his head. No doubt he had no idea that his mother was about to end his father's life.

Aslatiel watched until boy and pangolin were out of sight. Only then did she turn her full attention back to Naiche. The emotions that she hid from Arcturus now began to pour free. Asla dropped to lay before Naiche and buried her head against his chest, grey ears on either side of his chin. The woman sobbed hard into his already soaked fur, holding him close. By the time she was finished, her eyes were red rimmed and her head was pounding. Not many were ever able to see Aslatiel truly feel, but Naiche was one of the lucky ones. She trusted him not to judge her for the outpouring of emotion. "I don't want to do this without you, Naiche." Do this... parenting? Living? Whatever it was, she didn't want to go alone. Didn't want to, but she would. Neither of them had a choice.

Pulling back, Asla's paw once again reached the dying mans cheek. She lowered her muzzle and gave him a good, long, passionate kiss. Asla could taste his blood on her tongue that almost made her dissolve into sobs again, but she forced her emotions to wait. She had one last thing to do for the man. "I'm sorry, Naiche. I truly do love you." Before he could respond and make the situation even more heart wrenching, Asla's jaws wrapped around his throat. She squeezed down hard and she could feel her teeth pop through his flesh. The blood that pumped into her mouth was tepid and the force behind it was weak. She held on even as his body began to struggle against her grasp involuntarily. She held him there, teeth latched into his flesh, not allowing him to breathe until the thrashing stopped and his body stilled.

How long had she stayed there with the dead body of her son's father between her jaws? She couldn't say. In time, Asla's jaws were sore, her body quivering with fatigue and sorrow. The woman released the golden man's throat and took a step back. She looked down at him, broken, battered, lifeless... He wasn't there anymore. That wasn't Naiche. He was gone. Somewhere else. Somewhere better. At least she hoped so. Aslatiel looked down at him, her galactic gaze wide in shock... and then she screamed. A deep, guttural scream of guilt and sorrow, anger and fury, pain and loss. She screamed until her throat was raw and her voice gave out. Aslatiel felt this loss so keenly. Naiche had been the only wolf that had whole heartedly believed in her. He had challenged her, supported her, loved her. And now he was gone and she had never felt more alone.

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