1/13/2025, 5:04 PM
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Mauve had an unsettling feeling, her mind running rapid… a sensation to escape from the north and travel to her origin. The female had decided on a whim, giving Marcelyne the reigns to her kingdom. She had trusted her in her previous life… a life that no longer belonged to her. Her memories were sparse, constantly blending with Mauve’s. Everything seemed like a distant dream, she had accepted her reality. Delythena was dead. She had to keep reminding herself that she was Mauve. This was her life, she had built herself up from no memories… not even a name.
A name… how did she come to be Mauve? She pulled herself past the range, the meadow flooded with snow. She felt her heart thrum in her chest, her gaze widening as nostalgia gripped her like a weighted blanket. She had to pause in her steps; she remembered. The world around her turned, snow replaced with elongated grass. Does and fawn occupied the region, their relaxed demeanor as they grazed. She had watched them, guarding their lives as if they were as sacred as hers.
She had pictured a man, he was flustered and nervous… coated in black with painted grey stripes. Niyol. They had met here… she hadn’t seen him in so long. Was he safe? The world dispersed once more into a cloudy hue of white and grey. The afternoon sun was distant as flurries fell from the heavens.
She walked across the meadow, greeted by a familiarity. The trees weren’t as full as when she had left, she was half expecting to be greeted by the others. Henrickson… Selwyn… Lyra… Melrose... Celnes. The queen. The one who had granted her a place to rest and call home, to start a new one with no memories to recall. She gave her a chance to have a new life.
She instinctively walked toward her den, it had been reburied from neglect. The flowers and herbs she had planted around were choked by weeds long ago. Her paws stepped along what once was her whole world.
She paused, looking upward to where Celnes had reigned… to where she had taken her last breath. Where… Warwick was declared king. She felt the air escape from her lungs like she had been hit by a wave of emotions. They were yearlings when they had met… too young to understand their feelings for one another. Too scared to explore what could have happened. Memories of a winter that seemed so long ago; where they chased one another in the snow. He wasn’t the crowned prince to her at the moment, he was Warwick. Just Warwick.
A saddened smile settled on her features, silver and blue orbs drawn to the ground. She didn’t get to say goodbye… She had thought her leaving would give her heart a better chance to heal. To move on from the impossible; to give him a chance to explore his feelings for another. She was just Mauve. She was no one important. I didn’t have a chance.
You didn’t give yourself one.
Mauve couldn’t even face him, only left him flowers as her parting gift. Hoping he would understand their meaning… how much she loved him but had to let him go.
“I miss you.” She said aloud, now having settled by his den. She settled on her rump, curling her tail around herself, “Why didn’t you try and find me?” She questioned, “Maybe I am selfish for wishing you did.” Tears would prick against her eyes, “I should have saved you; I didn’t know how bad you were hurting.” She felt a knot in her throat, “Come back to me; I need you.” Pulling herself on her stomach, she curled herself in his den. His scent no longer lingered here… she was the only evidence that Elkshire ever existed now.
Currently being guarded by Riptide; allowed in any threads