Unforgivable
03-26-2014, 10:01 PM
His breath was raged and painful, the scent of neglect and pain so thick in the air he could taste nothing else. He could see the way her fur hung limply around her and knew she did not eat. He held back the whimper that built in his chest, he knew that signs of his own pain could only distress her more. Her eyes remained closed to him as he approached and knew that she just simply could not muster up the courage to live. He knew something of loss, but the shared connection of pain did not help him to ease hers, only feel it more keenly eat away inside of him. He could barely bare the sight of her, so ragged and painful and know that there was nothing he could do to stop it. At that very moment he would have ended his own life if it could have in anyway helped her in this moment. He would have given his breath to bring back her baby, her life and end this terrible suffering. Her once mesmerising eyes would blink slowly into existence and he pulled in a ragged breath at the sight of them. He could see her pain a living thing inside of her through those eyes, if they were indeed a portal to her soul then he knew that right now he could see her dying slowly inside of herself. He wanted to badly to throw back his head and howl at this sight, this pain and misery. He knew he did not handle seeing others in pain very well, not when there was nothing he could do to ease it. The sense of helplessness consumed him from the inside. She leaned in towards his touch and he lay down beside her, offering him the warmth and comfort of his body. As she spoke his twisting heart that he did not possibly think could ache more burst into a fresh wave of agony inside of him. ?Dear Twig, I know. I can see it, and feel it And he wondered if his over strong empathy might end him ?Sweet Twig, I know how hard this is, and I have to admit I know no words that can take it away, but believe me, if I could take this pain from you and bare it upon my own shoulders I would. He curled his tail around hers, touched his nose to her coat and he let a deep rumble form in the back of his throat, a soothing sound, almost like a purr would vibrate through him as it had once before. Only, when he made the sound this time there was nothing romantic or enticing to it. Only warmth, companionship and gentleness. He felt nothing romantic for this wolf, but he felt every bit her pain and his friendship for her burned with it. "Speech" |
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