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It was time at last, and Messoria was not ready.
Not in the physical sense, at least. How could any living creature with the sentience to understand the finality of death be? Her old heart raced, her bones grew restless, her throat seemed likely to emit whines of distress without her consent if she was not careful to keep her jaws clenched. It seemed as if the years had passed in the blink of an eye in that moment, when the old Matriarch found herself picking her way deeper into Ina’mos, towards one of her very favorite places.
So many things had happened at the falls; she’d mated with Goliath once there and brought their pups there to play during their daily outings when they were too young to be on their own. She’d comforted her friend Lichen there, had met other friends, confronted enemies, gazed into the rippling depths all on her own for those months she’d felt so sad and secluded. Of course it was there she went; the gentle thrum of it was a comfort to her as she eased her ailing frame to the earth. It was damp beneath her frame, her dark paws dipping just slightly into the water’s edge. From the fur of her shoulders scuttled Brigand, her dear companion of several years now whom looked at her so solemnly. ”Go,” she murmured as she dipped her head down, letting his little paws settle on the fur between her eyes in parting. ”Find the daughter I told you about. With any luck she’ll return to her roots, and you will see Ina’mos again, my small friend.”
There was a chatter, a rustle of leaves, and he was gone. With a sigh, Messoria settled deeper into the moss-clad earth. While her physical self may not have been ready, Messoria’s soul certainly was. She'd done what she could over the previous months to prepare the new Matriarch, Dahlia, and knew the girl would do well. There was nothing more for Messoria here. She had lived through so very much, and her heart had suffered many breaks. So many children lost, though of course she could never forget the living ones, whom she cherished so deeply even with her dying breaths. It was not only her children she’d lost, however; mates, siblings, friends. So many faces flickered through her memory, so rapidly that she could only close her eyes and smile sadly at the onslaught of emotions.
High above her hung the moon, fat and full and picturesque, without a cloud in sight. A glittering blanket of stars surrounded it, illuminating the aging femme who had once been a great sight to behold, and whom had used both beauty and wit to secure her a place of great importance in Kairos. And what a life she’d had! Now as she lay sprawled serenely at the water’s edge, Messoria allowed her head to tip back, a deep, sorrowful howl slipping from her velvety muzzle. It lingered long after she had finished, saying what she did not need to: her time had come, and whoever wished to say goodbye should come to do so.
By the sunrise she would be gone; what a strange, terrifying thought. But at least she would not have to be lonely when she went.
Let me tell you what I wish I'd known
When I was young and dreamed of glory
You have no control;
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?
When I was young and dreamed of glory
You have no control;
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?
It was time at last, and Messoria was not ready.
Not in the physical sense, at least. How could any living creature with the sentience to understand the finality of death be? Her old heart raced, her bones grew restless, her throat seemed likely to emit whines of distress without her consent if she was not careful to keep her jaws clenched. It seemed as if the years had passed in the blink of an eye in that moment, when the old Matriarch found herself picking her way deeper into Ina’mos, towards one of her very favorite places.
So many things had happened at the falls; she’d mated with Goliath once there and brought their pups there to play during their daily outings when they were too young to be on their own. She’d comforted her friend Lichen there, had met other friends, confronted enemies, gazed into the rippling depths all on her own for those months she’d felt so sad and secluded. Of course it was there she went; the gentle thrum of it was a comfort to her as she eased her ailing frame to the earth. It was damp beneath her frame, her dark paws dipping just slightly into the water’s edge. From the fur of her shoulders scuttled Brigand, her dear companion of several years now whom looked at her so solemnly. ”Go,” she murmured as she dipped her head down, letting his little paws settle on the fur between her eyes in parting. ”Find the daughter I told you about. With any luck she’ll return to her roots, and you will see Ina’mos again, my small friend.”
There was a chatter, a rustle of leaves, and he was gone. With a sigh, Messoria settled deeper into the moss-clad earth. While her physical self may not have been ready, Messoria’s soul certainly was. She'd done what she could over the previous months to prepare the new Matriarch, Dahlia, and knew the girl would do well. There was nothing more for Messoria here. She had lived through so very much, and her heart had suffered many breaks. So many children lost, though of course she could never forget the living ones, whom she cherished so deeply even with her dying breaths. It was not only her children she’d lost, however; mates, siblings, friends. So many faces flickered through her memory, so rapidly that she could only close her eyes and smile sadly at the onslaught of emotions.
High above her hung the moon, fat and full and picturesque, without a cloud in sight. A glittering blanket of stars surrounded it, illuminating the aging femme who had once been a great sight to behold, and whom had used both beauty and wit to secure her a place of great importance in Kairos. And what a life she’d had! Now as she lay sprawled serenely at the water’s edge, Messoria allowed her head to tip back, a deep, sorrowful howl slipping from her velvety muzzle. It lingered long after she had finished, saying what she did not need to: her time had come, and whoever wished to say goodbye should come to do so.
By the sunrise she would be gone; what a strange, terrifying thought. But at least she would not have to be lonely when she went.
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NOTES: this is, of course, Messoria's final thread. All are welcome to say goodbye <3
WORDS: 586
NOTES: this is, of course, Messoria's final thread. All are welcome to say goodbye <3
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