2/1/2025, 2:32 AM
Content Warning: Child death
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He had taken to her rather quickly, unsure if his mother ever explained the importance of strangers and what could happen in such situations. The child's innocence had ceased her desire to chastise him. A smaller frame would seek comfort in her abdomen as she curled around him, protecting him from the bitter winter that dared to steal his warmth. A familiar scent of her past, one she could not quite place. Placing her tear-stained cheek against his own, her eyes growing heavy. She had not realized how much emotional energy she had spent and it seemed she wasn’t the only one exhausted.
The nameless child’s breath had grown deeper, soft snores drawing from his opened maw. A smile drew against her maw, she would not fail him as she did Maeve… as she did Vendetta. No, this time it should be different. The world could not be so cold as to…
It was.
It seemed as though the world was unfit to house such an innocent soul within its grasp and Mauve was the last to comfort him in his final hours. Through the ticking hours of little sunlight left, his time had come to set.
She hadn’t known what caused her to stir, perhaps the stiffening of his body as the child had grown colder against her chest… maybe it was the eerie silence that now engulfed her. Silver-blue orbs blinked the exhaustion away, looking down at the pile of dark browns that lay beside her.
She pressed her nose to the tip of his head, trying to coax him to stir from his slumber. He hadn’t. Exhaustion had slipped into alarm, moving herself to all fours to shake him awake. The only movement he made was from her own doing.
“Wake up.” She pleaded, “This is not funny.” She felt her heart begin to beat faster in her chest, trying to keep herself calm in this situation. Her paw would move, placed along his ribcage. No life answered, he was but a hallowed shell.
They had little knowledge of each other, she could not help but mourn for such a young soul. She would press her paws in his chest, trying to provoke his heart to once again come back, “Riptide!” She screamed, “Riptide please!” All while continuing to perform CPR.
Currently being guarded by Riptide; allowed in any threads