Just One Last Time

*Liberty* · 08-14-2013, 02:00 PM

Liberty

I'm sitting pretty on the throne,
there's nothing more I want,
except to be alone

She was completely lost. Everything felt numb inside and out, she was drenched to the bone, exhausted, and watching her father drag her mother through mud and debris only made things worse. She assumed her mother was asleep, and a few times she had studied her rib cadge, and even though she saw no movement she assumed she was knocked out. She had never been in a situation like this, so what else was she supposed to think? She was so young, not even a yearling yet, and she was watching her father drag her dead mother in the middle of a flood. Only she didn't know her mother was dead, at least not yet. She bounded after her father as they climbed to higher ground. A few times she almost slid back down and into the water, but she used her strength and claws to grip the earth and pull herself upward. She wanted to grab her mother and be dragged with her, but she knew her father would have a hard time with her weight too. Why didn't her mom just wake up already and climb herself?

The rain calmed to a drizzle, and she could see the tears that ran down her fathers cheeks. She had never seen her father cry, so something was seriously wrong. Her fathers voice boomed in her ears and rang throughout her head. He was asking her what to do!? Her ears folded and her eyes finally started swelling up. She felt numb inside, but nothing could stop the tears that dripped down her cheeks. "W-we can't gi-give up daddy. I-i can call Erani, sh-she can do something!" She didn't want to give up on her mother, and if her father couldn't save her, she knew Erani could. She was the best healer around, Liberty knew that much. She didn't want to accept the fact that her mother was gone. The longer her eyes lingered along Aislyn's vitals it became clear that she was gone, but she didn't want to believe it. At least not yet.

Then he said it; they have to bury her. She was gone if her father was ready to put her in the ground, Liberty knew he wouldn't do anything to her mother unless it needed to be done. "No! We can't! Not un-until she gets here!" She sobbed, her gaze never leaving her mother as she crawled toward her. Friction had released her, so she was laying limp on the ground. Liberty advanced forward, pressing herself forcefully against her mother as she always had when seeking warmth, but she felt nothing. She held no warmth and instead was ice cold and caked with mud and debris. She didn't look like her mother anymore, she looked like a rock with patches if white here and there. She needed closure, she needed to feel it for herself. Tears streamed heavily down her cheeks as she sobbed. She was weak from swimming and climbing, and the fatigue was setting in fast. Her eyes were heavy, and she felt like a boulder was in her throat every time she tried to swallow. "M-mom?" She whined as she pushed herself against her limp body. With a push she forced herself between her mothers front two limbs, and placed the side of her head against Aislyn's chest, and cuddled up to her as close as possible. A few seconds went by, and she didn't hear a sound. Not a thump, beat, or murmur came from her chest. Whines spilled out between her sobs as reality set in. Her mother really was gone.

She didn't want to pull herself away, because even though her mother was limp she found comfort being so close to her. Aislyn had always been the dominant parent since Friction often disappeared, so she was much more attached to her mother than father. Of course she still loved him dearly, but her mother had always been there, while her father had vanished. Now her mother was gone, and she was stuck with a man who was never around. Oh how fate hated her. Friction was talking again, and she barley heard him through her sobs and whines. Her head popped back up, and her blurred gaze tried to find her fathers. She was so weak, mentally and physically, that she didn't want to move. "S-she would want to be under a t-tree. That way in the s-spring when the tree grows, we will k-know she is still here." She remembered her mother saying this to her, at the time it was just a what if conversation, but now it was all too real. Her gaze left her father and she looked around for a tree that would be worthy of her mothers grave. There was one she really admired a good 12 feet away, and it was on high ground, so even if there was another flood her mother wouldn't be washed away again.

"T-that one. She would like that one." She kept her gaze on the tree for a moment so her father could see which one she was talking about. He could do the digging, but he would probably have to pry her from her mothers body first. She had no intentions of getting up yet. She wanted to feel her mother against her for as long as she could before she was put in the ground forever. "Y-yes, call them daddy. She would want everyone here." Her mother would take pride in knowing the whole pack came in her honor. She just knew it.

"Speech."

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