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Tamer Lorika
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Date Posted: 21:59:15 07/15/07 Sun
Welcome to the wildly warped mind of Tamer Lorika. Okay, so after Saro dies protecting her friends, what awaits her? Did Brag make it? Will everything be alright, really?
As Sarobando came to, she was aware of only one thing: warmth. Warmth, and the feeling of … peace. She, after so many years of wandering, was finally at rest. Before even opening her eyes, she knew that here was the place that she could stop and stay. She and Bragoon, together.
Brag.
The thought of her comrade caused her to open her eyes in a hurry. Was he alright? The last thing she remembered was being attacked by those horrible rats; trying to give Horty, Springald, and Fenna enough time to escape. What had happened?
Light. A fierce, yet soft, bright, yet comforting light streamed onto Saro’s face. Ah, so they hadn’t come away unscathed. Death had found them at last.
It didn’t bother her. They’d had a good run. Since she and Brag had met, they’d been on their paws, wild and free, living the way they pleased. They had done their best, and enjoyed it. It was okay. They had been together, then, and that’s what had mattered.
They had been together then… but what about now? Where was Bragoon?
Death would be okay, if he was with her. They were best friends; had never been separated before. Nothing could tear them apart, everybeast had said. But… maybe Brag had made it. That would be okay.
Saro sniffed. Of course it would be okay. She could handle it. He… he was only an otter. She didn’t need him. He still had life, and she wouldn’t begrudge him that. He deserved it.
Before she could stop it, one fat tear rolled down her cheek. No! she reprimanded herself. She could handle it. She didn’t need him… another tear escaped, then another, another.
“Saro, are you alright?” A soft paw brushed away her tears. “Please, don’t cry… we’ll be okay, I promise.”
Sarobando looked up into the anxious face of an otter.
Brag.
His paws were wrapped gently around her waist, holding her fast. That was the warmth she had felt. It would be okay, he was with her, he had never left. Then why couldn’t she stop crying?
“Saro, what’s wrong? We’re dead, but we knew it would come. We said it ourselves. We lived just one summer too long.” Brag was pleading, now, unable to see her upset. Sarobando buried her face in her friend’s warm chest.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I – I thought for a moment that you were gone. That you’d left me.”
“Saro…” Brag trailed off, his eyes speaking unbearable pain. “Why would I ever leave you? I love you.”
Saro looked up, her eyes blurred by tears. He… he just said… but that is what I’ve been trying to tell him…
“I love you, too.”
Yes, death would be alright. She could handle it, now. She had him.
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