this is my death song.
01-06-2015, 06:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-12-2015, 05:25 PM by Bronze i.)
I don’t need you to take my burden away And I ain’t afraid of dying The winter had been unkind to Bronze and his mate. Only because of Steel had they subsisted, their strong son that had hunted and cared for them with little to no complaint since they had left Ludicael. Though he was not even a yearling, he was far more of a man that Bronze had been at that age. His childhood had been cut abruptly short; instead of playing with other children and enjoying a life of safety and comfort, he'd been forced away from all of that, taking care of his parents in order to preserve his freedom. Bronze did not regret taking him from Ludicael, but he felt guilty for forcing the young boy to care for them. He was far more serious than most boys he knew his age and he recognized that it was largely his fault. He'd been largely on his own since he was born, cared for mostly from a distance and by his siblings. Bronze had not been strong enough to teach him to hunt, nor to teach him the basics of combat; whatever he had learned had largely been on his own. The cold had begun to seep away from the land as they journeyed to the southern continent as spring began to reveal itself. The days were growing warmer, though the nights were still uncomfortably cold. The nights were growing more unbearable, his sleep often restless and fitful as longed for morning to come and to warm him once again. Tonight was no exception. In the darkness of night, he would rouse slowly, a sudden whine escaping his lips. "My love," he would murmur absently, feeling the heavy weight of fatigue on his aging body. A chill ran up his spine and he would struggle to move closer to the Silent in the darkness of their den. His body had been growing weak over the harsh season, and all the rest in the world would not return his strength to him, no matter how much he wished it might. A groan left his lips as he searched for her, coming to press against her side with as much fervor as he could muster. Her blissfully familiar warmth welcomed him and he found himself burying his face in the fur of her neck, drinking in her scent greedily. "I am so tired." His voice quivered a bit, and he inhaled sharply as he pressed against her. |
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