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12-16-2013, 12:12 PM
"No!" he thundered—but he was too far away. Hopelessly far away, if you listened to the voice roaring in his chest, and counted each heartbeat as an eternity. Seconds or yards become nothing when you're faced with the quickness of a heartbeat, and one is all it takes to end a life. Thu-thump, but no one's dead yet and Mauja is charging. He didn't even know how he'd ended up here again, in the borderlands. He'd stumbled in on a northward path, and had kept going, maybe to finally come to terms with himself and his life, but none of those thoughts remained. All of a sudden he'd found himself in a situation he'd never dreamed of, and some part of him doubted his own sanity; had he, finally, gone mad? Or could it be that he'd actually found his daughter, her mother, and a wolf? In the same clearing? In the same life? It was the dog's bark, and its smell, that had caught his attention, head snapping up to spy what seemed to be something out of a dream. His mind had swiftly identified them, Psyche, but something's off, and Snö, bigger, thicker—he'd known, just like that, heart whispering truth while his mind asked if it were lies. Some things you just knew. Some people you just recognized. And then, he'd taken in the wolf. The black, shaggy beast had leaped towards his daughter—his daughter, fuckit!—and he'd cried out, snapping out of shock just as swiftly as he'd entered. The doubts should've gone silent when Psyche cried out Snö's name, but that stubborn part of him somehow refused to listen. And all in all, he'd taken, what, two steps? Snö had spun, lashing out towards the vaguely familiar beast, Psyche rearing up to strike it, and he was still too far away. Eternities away. Nothing would be close enough except his horn through the monster's ribs, and the fifty yards separating them were much too long. He didn't have a choice, though. There was only one road and it was ahead, horn first and shattered heart yelling through the cracks; all hopes in maybe the fiercest woman he knew, and their offspring. Did they even need him charging in? Probably not. But there was no way he could not. Mauja Frosthjärta |
