How.....?
Red.
Heat.
Blood.
The wind gentlely rustled the blood-stained grass, grass which sheltered what once was a proud being.
Why didn't you come?
Reo....
Where am I?
Slowly, one bloodshot eye forced itself open, the crusty remains of blood delaying it only momentarily.
Sleep.
Warm. Sleep
Stormtracer Carefulclaw had sustained injuries too numerous to count and too deep to heal, both in mind and soul.
I should be dead.
Why can't this torment just end?
The scene played itself over and over again, Lotus's scream of anguish as Arc fell into the unrelenting waters of the sea and Reo's frantic cry as her still body came to rest in its current position.
I should be dead.
He'd fought the carnovoire that had dared harm his mate, but she knew it would make no difference. She would die, revenge held no appeal to her.
Stormtracer closed her eye. She was tired of fighting, tired of pain.
Tired of living.
The warm of the sun was suddenly gone, replaced by a cool darkness.
He was here.
Help me!
"Hey," He said softly, as if Stormtracer was merely ill, even though he knew she was dead.
Her heart soared with joy when she heard him, somehow feeling protected and content just because he was there.
REO, HELP ME!
"I came to say goodbye. they are cremating you in the evening and....." He fell silent. What could he possibly say?
Cremating?But I'm not dead!I'mnotdead!
No!Nonono!
Slowly she felt the once comforting shadow leave and allow the heat to yet again beat relentlessly down on her frail and helpless body.
A single tear slid down her cheek.
I can't tell him, I'm to badly hurt.....
So she sat there, waiting for her death.