| Subject: [.The.End.] |
Author:
...:+*+:...
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: 08:55:31 11/26/02 Tue
In reply to:
Letha
's message, "Re: [.The.Taming.Of.The.Demon.]" on 15:28:01 11/23/02 Sat
Drekka watched with intrest. The wolfess had seemed to lose all sanity. A chuckle escaped her maw. Ears flattened back in amusement. Many things became clear to her at this moment. She stood up and continued to watch.
Brechin and the other Balkar watched on in confusion. The large male stood over SwItCh, who was still bleeding, the snow around him becomeing a horrible red slush. Brechin wanted to help Letha, to stop the ravens from hurting her, but he knew this was the only thing that could be done. So he watched. Graz perched on his shoulder, and the wolf barelly acknowledged it. He stood transfixed as the Nightfall and Gallia exchanged glances. What exactly was happening here?
At last it stopped. Brechin took a step forward as Letha lay in the snow. But when she stood up, he breathed a sigh of relief. He approached her cautiously. "Letha, its all right now. Calm down," he says soothingly. He taps her muzzle with his to convince her it was okay now. Then a wimpering voice was heard as SwItCh attempted to stand. His hind legs would not work, and more blood spilled like a faucet(sp?) as he lifted slightly from the snow. His body collapsed back down. It had been sheer instinct that told him to keep trying to stay alive during Letha's attacks, and comradship that had made Brechin protect him. But the wolf knew.
"Brechin..." he said in a weak voice. The wolf walked over to him. SwItCh cast a helpless glance to his friends, and then looked up at the silver wolf above him. "Brechin, please...you can't leave me like...this...." he choked out. Brechin understood. He looked at Letha, and then up at the forest where he knew Drekka was watching. His eyes met hers, and he looked away, back at the pleading SwItCh. He gave a small nod. Suddenly his jaws opened up, revealing once more, his sharp, glittering teeth. They savagly closed down upon the throat of SwItCh, and a gut-wrenching chrunch was heard as the neck snapped. Nightfall and Gallia barked in alarm. SwItCh's body hung limp in Brechin's jaws. He opened his maw and the lifeless body fell with a splash back into the slush.
Blood dripped from Brechin's maw. SwItCh's blood. He licked it away and cast a glance to Letha as Nightfall and Gallia stared in shock. SwItCh would not have lived a descent life, if he had been healed by some miracle. He was to die anyway, and did not want to suffer anymore. So Brechin had relieved him. It was over.
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |
Feedback: 