The Bloodied Moon
12-13-2014, 01:40 AM
Walk | Talk | Think She wished she was senseless. She wished she did not have to see his current state, could not hear his painful admissions, could not feel how weak he felt beside her. It was so incredibly overwhelming and she felt at such a loss. What could she say, what could she do, to comfort, to ease, her mate where he lay upon his deathbed? What could she say when the mere sight of him like this frightened her so terribly that she felt the need to beg him to stay, to fight, to live beyond his time? Tahlia was not ready to lose him, the husband who had grown to mean so much to her, the one who had convinced her heart to love another more than the vain creature loved herself. He had changed so much in her life, she could not bear the possibility of him no longer being a part of it. The tears continued to run down into the fur of her cheeks as she cradled her weakening husband against her, still nuzzling and kissing him between short intervals of sniffling and crying as he spoke in a frail voice so unlike his usual tone. "Please, Bane, don't," she begged in a voice barely above a whisper, broken as the bevy of emotions made it difficult to speak. She wished he would stop saying things that hinted of what was to come, the inevitable outcome both innately knew would soon take him away from her. To speak of it was to lend it credit, to offer it strength in their reality, and she wished to push it off as long as possible. It was harder to do as the others began to arrive. She did not see Destruction when she approached, nor did she hear her whispered words before she made a hasty retreat. Lior, though quiet upon arrival, crept closer, and the sight of her so distraught, so broken by what she could see and understand was taking place to the point that she could not even stand, only fueled Tahlia's desperation to want Bane to stay longer. Around her fallen daughter, her elder sister appeared, creeping close and offering Bane a soft touch upon his muzzle. Within her chest, Tahlia felt the defiant urge to order her away, to tell both girls to pull themselves together and stop acting how they were, but not even her own denial was strong enough to warrant it. Still faced with the unaccepted possibility that she might lose him, that her time with him might be limited despite her desperate want of it not to be, she continued to hold him close, to try to come to terms with what was out of her control. |