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She tries not to move, the sounds of her impending doom nearing the shadows in which she's hidden herself. Protect them, protect them, protect them. It's a mantra that does nothing but roll around her mind, pushing everything else of importance out. They can't die here, they are far too young, still yet to taste the world.
So when he comes, reaches in to snag her little ones, she does not protest. A pin prick of pain, likened to that of stepping on a thistles cruel claws, steals her breath; eyes blue like her own, fur white as the snow yet darkened by a brown mask, gone - daughter stolen alongside her brothers.
an: 99% of these drabbles will be chasing the sun themed. this drabble challenge spans the entire year and has been thought up by the amazing swyfte. ily. c:
