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 Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 12:13 am
Rubbed her face into his fur, each breath coming with a soft sound of pain. Only slowly did she calm, somewhat, and her tears slow, though never stop. She felt empty, and cold, searching for the warmth that was fast leaving him. "You have ever been my strength, my love... My heart and soul..." The old queen drew a deep breath, letting it out with a bone-deep shudder. "As long as you are with me... Perhaps I will not crumble."
Her soft voice trailed off, swept away by the night wind. So much to say, yet no words to say them with. So she spoke with her heart, sharing her last moments with him in a connection that went deeper than sound and sight and mind.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 7:48 am
-He drudged up the strength to lift his head gently, nuzzling gently into the soft and beautiful face of his mate once more, before soft sighing words slipped from him. Perhaps he'd heard an answer that he wanted, rather then the pained words that lifted from the grieving lioness.- "That's a good girl.."
-And gently he curled around her, pulling his paws in one last motion as he rested tightly around her body, finally letting the energy in his body run and slip away, like the blood that flow softly across the rocks. One last caress, one last delicate lick, before finally his slow breaths subsided completely, his last one sounding a whistful sigh as his mind fed him pictures of the lioness beside him one last time.
His body softened gently, the tightness of his embrace and curl settling as his body did. From the ground to the ground. The neverending and unstopable circle. All that was left now was the body of what they all once knew, and the softly fading glitter of the stars as the sun began to rise.-
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 11:30 pm
Tears poured unchecked down the old lioness's face, wetting her fur in dark streaks. It felt like her heart was bleeding, like she was dying of mortal wounds herself, though the blood on her fur was his. She'd been killed tonight, ripped violently apart and left with this broken, useless body... Nothing was going to be the same, everything had changed in moments.
Part of Sarabi refused to believe, wishing with all her great heart that it was all just a dream, that she'd wake next to the warm, living body of her mate. That he'd hold her and quiet her fears...
Only when his body had lost any trace of warmth did she finally rise on unsteady paws, her head slung low on her frail neck. Step after slow step, she moved towards the place that had used to be her home, but now was only one great hunk of stone. The sun might be rising, but for this old queen, it had forever set, taking with it her love and any warmth she would ever feel again.
"Good bye, my love..." She whispered softly.
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