ardent

the end



Theory

Avalon
Healer

Master Fighter (250)

Master Healer (240)

An icon representing the specialty Fertile Fertile

age
8 Years
gender
Female
gems
523
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
800
player
Xarae

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09-30-2024, 05:46 PM



She should be more effected by this. She should care. In fact, she should be calling for a second healer (this job would require many paws if they had any chance of bringing him back from the brink). Theory had always, at her heart, considered herself a good soul, despite the wayward path her life had taken her. Losing Abaven was a millstone she would wear for the rest of her life. It had come at great cost, but now she had what she hoped Rhyme and Shaye had always dreamed for her: love and a family of her own. It was all she wanted for her own children now.

Her children. Her children were safe and sleeping here.

Theory's stomach bottomed out and felt impossibly hollow. He couldn't do anything. Not like this. He was so clearly going to die soon - her years as a healer told her as much. Too many vital arteries had been torn. This was the kind of fight you couldn't claw your way back from. Would it be a mercy to kill him? Did he deserve mercy?

Her children were safe and sleeping here. Poem had been a child once, too.

His spiteful answer sealed his fate. A brat, until his dying breath. Theory steeled her resolve and stepped neatly around him to grab him roughly by the scruff. She was surprised by how little he weighed, but she supposed she was the same. Life had whittled them down to the quick in their age, but she was set on spending many years yet watching her children grow. His time was numbered by the minutes, soon the seconds. She took him just far enough back over the border that he lay clearly on the other side of Avalon territory. When she let him go, she tossed him roughly to the ground and leaned down close to whisper: "You will die alone. Loved by no one. Missed by no one."

Theory turned and walked back to the other side of the border to watch his chest stop rising and falling. She would bury him, if only to avoid any questions, and she would go back to her den and bury her face in Thalia's shoulder and cry so quietly that their children would stay fast asleep.

Her children were safe.
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