The Bloodied Moon
12-20-2014, 12:11 PM
Bane weakly shifted against Tahlia, a muted sigh leaving his muzzle at the comforting weight her pup heavy form supplied. "I wish I could be the one. Holding you now. By the rivers. By ourselves." Bane murmured to try and distract her, forelegs being tucked closer against his chest to retain some modicum of warmth. Both of his daughters had come up to him, receiving their licks against his muzzle with a relieved rumble. Everyone. Everyone was here with him. He felt as if he could go now, no more regrets as the winding path finally ended for him. The old wolf's breathing slowing even more as the moments passed while letting himself go limp against his mate's embrace.
There was a long sigh that gradually released until all was quiet save for Tahlia's weeping, the snow still gently continuing to fall upon the land. Winter had come. But Bane could not see anymore. Not the teary gaze of his departing friend or offspring surrounding him. Just an encroaching blackness different from what failed vision he'd experienced these past few months. The hoarse breathing had petered off after a dozen or so moments, and for what seemed like a long time nothing happened after. Just the silence. The somber faces. The wolf on the edge of nothingness even as Tahlia held him. Then, as if some unbidden muscle tensed, Bane took in a great gasp of air. A last desperate attempt at life. His worn white forepaws twitched as they scrapped against the dirt and grazed Tahlia's stomach before ominously falling still. Born amidst the snowfall of winter and was when the old wolf finally passed on in the company of his family. The tiniest hint of a smile on the corner of his muzzle. Unseeing eye widening for a moment before it's gaze relaxed but remained open. And with a final drawn out exhale the old wolf's chest slowly fell and stilled for a final time. It did not rise again.
-Bane is dead-
Everything snapped back after a moment of silence. But no longer was he amidst the falling snow surrounded by his family. Bane rose from where he lay in the tall grass with a start, chest heaving. Two hazel eyes observed his surroundings. Where he lay a few dozen yards away from a hill. The terrain awash with the rich colors of autumn leaves from the dozen or so trees on it's slopes and the gurgling of the river just past the thinning grass. Bane stepped over to look at his reflection, seeing a handsome muzzle, scarred but left eye intact. His pelt had darkened somewhat to be what it was in the middle of his life. The feathers he'd given Nako twisting by their tips from where they were attached in his short mane by the warm breeze that rose from behind. Bane looked back at the hill, already visualizing the marks of Talutah on each of the trunks and the dens he would scrape out. There was an optimistic but hopeful spring in his step as Bane slowly made his way to the hill, a joyful aroo being voiced as he ventured towards the top. A place to wait for his family to join him. A place of peace.
There was a long sigh that gradually released until all was quiet save for Tahlia's weeping, the snow still gently continuing to fall upon the land. Winter had come. But Bane could not see anymore. Not the teary gaze of his departing friend or offspring surrounding him. Just an encroaching blackness different from what failed vision he'd experienced these past few months. The hoarse breathing had petered off after a dozen or so moments, and for what seemed like a long time nothing happened after. Just the silence. The somber faces. The wolf on the edge of nothingness even as Tahlia held him. Then, as if some unbidden muscle tensed, Bane took in a great gasp of air. A last desperate attempt at life. His worn white forepaws twitched as they scrapped against the dirt and grazed Tahlia's stomach before ominously falling still. Born amidst the snowfall of winter and was when the old wolf finally passed on in the company of his family. The tiniest hint of a smile on the corner of his muzzle. Unseeing eye widening for a moment before it's gaze relaxed but remained open. And with a final drawn out exhale the old wolf's chest slowly fell and stilled for a final time. It did not rise again.
-Bane is dead-
Everything snapped back after a moment of silence. But no longer was he amidst the falling snow surrounded by his family. Bane rose from where he lay in the tall grass with a start, chest heaving. Two hazel eyes observed his surroundings. Where he lay a few dozen yards away from a hill. The terrain awash with the rich colors of autumn leaves from the dozen or so trees on it's slopes and the gurgling of the river just past the thinning grass. Bane stepped over to look at his reflection, seeing a handsome muzzle, scarred but left eye intact. His pelt had darkened somewhat to be what it was in the middle of his life. The feathers he'd given Nako twisting by their tips from where they were attached in his short mane by the warm breeze that rose from behind. Bane looked back at the hill, already visualizing the marks of Talutah on each of the trunks and the dens he would scrape out. There was an optimistic but hopeful spring in his step as Bane slowly made his way to the hill, a joyful aroo being voiced as he ventured towards the top. A place to wait for his family to join him. A place of peace.
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