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Resin
11-27-2021, 09:36 PM
At least Sirius finally seemed resigned to the fact that he couldn't control every aspect of life. Wolves came and went. Family came and went. Life ended and began. All that he could do what support who he had while he had them and if they appreciated it, so be it. Sirius shook off her paw and pulled the woman into a firm embrace. Alive Resin would have stiffened, but dead Resin had nothing to hold back. She leaned against the larger wolf, allowing him to hold her for as long as he wished. For as long as he could. His next words tightened the stoic old fae's throat. He invited her into his dreams, sharing sentiments that she never imagined she would hear from him. Sirius had grown and it showed. "If it's within my power, perhaps we will see one another again." One of the few things that Resin could feel on the earthly plane was the strange pull in her being when it was time to go. It was against her will and she never knew how long it would take to complete. Sometimes she was gone in the blink of an eye. Other times she faded out gradually. "I don't have much time," she warned him before reaching up with one paw to draw the giant man's head downward. She then placed her forehead against his in her own show of love and respect. "Do what needs to be done. Stay strong for those that you love and see them through this long night, Sirius." Her corporeal form was beginning to thin and the embrace between the giants was thinning. Sirius, still alive and whole was slipping through her and she could no longer feel his touch. And then she was gone. Blinked out of existence, as though she'd never been there. Only the telltale gold on the grass proved what had been. "Resin"
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