I don't wish to be buried alone, but I will be
06-03-2014, 07:33 PM
The tension was unbelievably overwhelming, while she had convinced herself she would be okay her body was not holding out on her. After the constant barrage of seizures, and the pain aching in her joints, she had just about given up. She knew deep down everyone was working hard to find a cure, she knew deep down that probably after all of this Valhalla would still not be the place for her. But if she died with this sadness inside of her, her mother would send her straight back through this hell for a second time. The wolf would lay quietly in her den, her red eyes looking towards the stars that dotted and marked the sky. She didn't want to die, it hurt so bad, and she could feel herself struggling. Vahva would attempt to cry, but only tears of blood would run from her eyes, already covering her snout from the previous bloody tears that she had shed. At least her vision was a bit better, and she could actually see if that counted for anything at all. She could feel her chest beginning to fail, breathing was becoming more of a task rather than a way of life. Vahva had to remind herself in constant strokes to breath in and out, that way if anyone happened to pass by. Anyone at all, she'd be able to say her last words. Paws splayed out in front of her, with her last bit of energy she actually threw her head back in a howl, possibly for Erani or for anyone who would heed to a dying girls call. Dropping her jaw against the floor of the den, she wheezed and prayed to herself that someone would arrive her in time to take in her words. One thing she was glad about, is she would finally, finally get to see her mother once more. And that would make her at peace if nothing at all. Once someone arrived, or in the hope that she thought someone arrived, she would begin to speak. "I wish I could have done the world better, I wish I could have been to use of anyone, even my own children. For Erani a long friend of my mothers and myself, I want to thank her for everything she has done. For even caring for a sad soul like mine that was destroyed in a fire lit by kings. I want to thank Azalea, Chrysanthe, the two of them were friends dare I say in the least. I wish I could have done Valhalla better, and that I wished I wouldn't have been so weak. If this is god punishing me then so be it, at least I will be able to see my mother again. And my bastard lineage won't be able to be mocked anymore among those of my walker heritage. I love you all, Valhalla, even if you haven't known me. I want you to forgive me for all that I have done. I bid my farewells to this world. And dare I say, Goodbye." she mustered up the last of this energy to pull out the words she said. Her body would grow weaker within the minutes, her chest would stop, her body and heart would give out stop beating as she slipped into the oblivion. But one thing she would see before she left, was the crystal clear figure of her mother, Night, welcoming her into the light. -Exit Vahva by death- Speech, |