Unforgivable
03-27-2014, 12:38 PM
He held her tightly, held onto her as through sheer will could keep her from drowning in her pain and he along with her. He felt every tremor of her body, every shake and every tear break through her as through it were his own. He did not know why he felt so connected to this wolf but he could not deny that her pain had become his own as he held her there, forcing himself to stillness but for the constant rumbling of his chest and throat as he tried to purr away her pain. He felt her heave on her empty stomach, the retching with naught to relieve her sickened stomach. She felt her tear away from him, her struggle to rise as he watched with large, rounded eyes. He watched this dame find enough strength to bring herself to her paws, he could see the weakness in her limbs but he dared not give her his body to lean on. He felt, weather it true or not that this simple movement forced her to find a strength within herself, a will to live. She moved until the sun hit her dulling coat and, having already risen with a need to aid her, a need he had painfully held back until that moment. He brought himself forward towards her as he watched her swivel her head with a determination to flick off whatever thoughts disturbed her. He knelt in the cool grass beside her limp and tired form. He could barely bare the pain of seeing her this way, she had struck him as a wolf of strength and individuality of a need to fend for herself and find her own way in an unforgiving world. Yet here she was now, brought to her knees in pain and emptiness as through she had nothing left to live for, and it killed it. It killed him inside with every moment he saw her inability to rise, to see and fight this world. ?Twig? He once more murmured her name gently, pushing his muzzle once more by her ear as he kneeled in the grass beside her, watching over her form with the protectiveness of a brother over a wronged sister. ?You have a strength inside of you to be proud of, I know, for I have seen it? Words seemed so inadequate, he felt he betrayed with his inability to say his thoughts as truly as he felt them. He closed his eyes, her head still against the top of hers as he struggled to say it as he saw it. ?And there is more yet to live for, I promise you. You will have a future and a life; I know this to be so. Honour her by living this life despite all these happenings that would tear us down? He clenched his jaw to stop the pain and tears that threatened to over flow but he could not stop them all, the gentle drip that fell beneath closed lids to touch against a tawny ear. ?Live it with pride, live it as such that she could only be proud? His voice husky with emotion, tinged with a strength and a need to break through her pain. "Speech" |