She had been brought back to reality by the sounds of bleating. Despite her body seeming to shut down, her maternal instinct had lashed out at the sound of her child's possible distress. So when her eyes opened they searched for her offspring, finding one inches away with eyes like her beloved's. He was so beautiful, and the curious intelligence lingering in his gaze proved to her that he would accomplish great things. Brushing her muzzle to his she weakly smiled, voice raspy and tired," You are a handsome boy Vynter. You will be strong like the coldest Frostfall." She let a shaky breath leave her lips, and the boy took a step back to study her carefully. Even as he turned to address his sister she failed to notice his deformity, how his wings seemed to be formed into one. What mattered now was that she must see her daughter, must hold her close and kiss her; because deep down she knew that she didn't have much time.
When her eyes caught the terrified tears of Miykael she nickered to him lovingly, eyes filled with all the affection she had for him. She couldn't feel his healing touch, her hips and lower end were virtually useless to her now, and as her vision grew cloudy she called to her older child softly. Attempting to reach out to her, her nose found the edges of her wings. Taking in her soft scent she sighed, letting her tongue run along her bright barrel as she crooned,"Fenyx, your heart will burn with such passion. You and your brother must stay together now, do you understand?" If she was going to leave this world, she wanted to make sure that these two would remain close even when she was gone. Suddenly a jolt of pain shot through her chest and she twitched, looking at her beloved who kept trying to heal her. She wanted to stop him, to push him away and let this be, because no matter what he did she was in the Gods hands now.
Carl had come to her side, his steps more lethargic and eyes bleary. Whether or not he knew what was to come he could feel his bonded's energy fading. His lips found purchase against her sweating neck, and she accepted it with closed eyes and a soft smile. When she coughed blood left her lips, spilling on the hot Earth that was being toasted by the sun. She let her eyes close once again, and as she tried to keep what energy she had she whispered softly to her companion. It took him a minute to understand, but after a moment he complied. His teeth found the string tied around her neck, gently and slowly pulling off the small charm that represented himself and her precious first born. He moved with purpose, no emotion in those chocolate eyes as he moved towards the splashed boy. He didn't give the colt much time to respond, and simply laid the string around his neck and watched as it clattered to the lower end of his chest. He would need to grow into it a little bit.
The llama then returned to his dearest, running his muzzle along her neck before searching for his prize within her tangled mane. It took some time, but soon from the confines of her tresses did he find an amulet, it golden in hue and marked with the symbol of the Sun God. He turned then, making is way to the fire filly with ease, looking into her eyes calmly before doing the same thing he had done to the colt. She too, would need to grow into her gift. Turning his expression to the golden brute he huffed, a calm expression across his neutral features before he pressed himself close to December's belly and curled up there. She embraced him as best as she could, letting a rumble of content fill her chest despite the dire situation.
Whether it was true or not, December felt she had lived a long and fulfilling life. She had started alone in this land, had met so many; and as time went on she had grown and developed into who she was now. She had hurt and loved, she had felt joy in the most pure of moments, and each day as the sun went down she thanked the Gods for the life she had. As she lay in the sun her mind wandered to those she had come to know; the faces forever imprinted in her mind. There was Midas, the first person to introduce her to Helovian life; a man of few words but truly noble. She had come to admire his honesty and kindness, and had remained loyal to him even after this death. And then there was Rostislav, a russian man half her size and someone she didn't think she'd ever come to care for. He was brash and socially awkward, something she had been drawn to so long ago simply because of familiarity. Perhaps it was why she had also been drawn to Sheba.
She wondered if she would see her, go or at least watch the little ones grow. Despite how the older mare may have felt about the ivory lass, she knew that the crone would always have a special place in her heart. She had come to think of her as family, and as such she would die being thought of as so. Of course, there was her angel; the man who took her broken self and mended her together. The one who looked at her sloppy features, her haggard form and hard eyes and found something beautiful deep within. He had found the diamond in the rough of her guarded walls, had held it closed and kissed away the pain that made her feel so lonely. He had reminded her what it felt like to breathe again. So when her eyes fell on Miykael she let the tears fall freely, a sad smile on her lips; because out of everyone she would miss him most. She would miss the way he seemed so insistent on making sure she was always okay; would make her laugh with his awkward antics and make her feel like she longed. She would miss his tender kisses against her skin, how he would whisper sweet nothings when they made love in the dead of night.
But what she would miss the most was the look of adoration she would always find when looking into those beautiful blue eyes. The ones their little boy had come to hold in his own skull. So she let the sobs come and form her frame, and as the pool of blood seemed to only grow she called to him; to bring him close to her face and pepper his muzzle in kisses. She breathed in his musky scent, savoring the feeling of his warmth because she didn't know how long she had before she didn't have any of her own. It was then that she realized she was cold, and perhaps it was because she loved the cold so much that she embraced it so eagerly. As she began to shiver in his touch she sighed, the tears not stopping as she refused to move her face from his chest. She would press to him until her last breath, because even in the end he would remain her rock. As her ears began to droop and her body grew weak, she whispered into his skin with all the love she could muster,"I will never forget you Miykael. You will forever be my light in the darkest hour. Watch over them... let them know that their mother loved them."
She coughed and blood tainted his ivory and gold chest, causing her eyes to grow sad. Grooming it weakly she sighed, shuddering as life began to ebb away, and Carl grew distressed through their bond. She chose to ignore him for now; too focused on her entire life right before her. The children would grow, they wouldn't remember what a mother was because their young and fragile minds couldn't yet comprehend death. They would be happy and play and live a life knowing that their world was good. But Miykael might not bode so well; he would hide away and break in two. He would think of her at night and wonder why it had to be her; and so she took this final moments so hungrily. She wanted to make it known that even in death she would always love him. Pressing her lips in a chaste kiss to his neck she softly sobbed, coughing again as a trickle of blood began to fall from the corner of her maw. Her time was coming, and she needed to let Miykael know before it was too late.
"My love," she began with hazy eyes,"Always know; that I was happy in my final moments. I wouldn't want to end it any other way. They will be my world even after my passing; and so will you. I regret nothing... and neither should you. Goodbye, dearest Miykael." She found that as her left breath came upon her lips that he was warm; so soft and inviting like he had been that first meeting. She left life feeling his warm embrace a final time. As the light left her complexion she grew limp, and a final bleat of rebellion left Carl's lips; before he too, joined his precious December into the abyss of the afterlife.
Talking.
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