The Aftermath

Eventually, she had indeed passed out.

What had happened between dreaming and waking, she wasn’t entirely sure. Though as she began to stir, she quickly came to realization how fucking awful she felt. Aurelia didn’t remember right away what had happened. As she lay still, shrouded in the dim lighting of a shallow cave she didn’t recognize, she glanced around without moving her head at first. The baseline ache that covered her entire body made her grit her teeth from crying out. Where the hell was she? As she gingerly attempted to pick up her head, she was struck with an overwhelming amount of pain. Tears welled to her eyes as she was faced with the desperate reality of not being able to sit up with against the earth shattering about of agony she experienced in attempting to do so. Slipping her paw between her cheek and the ground, she was able to support herself as she slowly tried to rise to see. Though, upon doing so, she saw him.

Her knee jerk response was to freeze. Had he captured her? She gently lowered herself back to the ground so she could use a moment to think. Why was her memory so foggy? It wasn’t until she pulled her arm out from beneath her face did she see the bite on her wrist. One that she had give to herself. Then piece by piece, the previous night had begun to return to her. The Cold Moon ritual. Being interrupted. Their fight … his Sacrifice. Oh god. Their soul-binding. A hard knot immediately formed in her throat as the tears began to soak into the dusty floor. She had tried to get him to kill her. And he couldn’t even do that right. As the grief of her situation settled, she began to burn with rage.

As she lay there, she slowly tried to take stock of her injuries. Her scruff and neck felt mutilated. Her diaphragm felt exceptionally stiff. Taking a deep breath cause a twinge of pain. And as she tried to shift off some of the pressure off her rib cage, she felt a different kind of pain in her hind quarters. She clasped her tail to her abdomen, and in doing so, that particular ache got significantly worse. She was confused at first, but only took her a few moments to draw the conclusion. That was her boiling point. “You fucking bastard! You took my virginity!” She accused with considerable volume coming from someone who was too weak to sit up. The feelings of grief blossomed in her chest as she recognized her connection to the universe would never be as strong again … though having to share a soul with a psychopath didn’t do her many favors either.

"“Why didn’t you kill me?” The disappointment clearly present in her tone.



"Aurelia Veratti"