*Munkustraps POV*
I didn't save Rimabeth. I'm the protector of the Tribe. And I didn't save my own little sister. It shouldn't matter whether she was one of us still of not. It shouldn't have mattered if I knew her. Life is precious. And you don't really know how much you love something, until you've lost it.
I took her for granted for so many years. I trained her for combat, but I didn't help her emotionally. You lead by example. What kind of example is that? I was cold. Heartless.
And now Rimabeth was gone. Forever. I could hear her silence, see the stopping of her life, feel her presence leaving. Rimabeth was gone.
Tugger tore out Griddlebones throat, turning coldly and walked into his own den. I stared as the two pools of blood mixed together, never blinking, never moving. Demeter wrapped her arm around my shoulder, sobbing silently into my neck. I pressed my cheek against her soft head fur as Tumblebrutus and Alonzo began to clean up what was left of the disaster.
"Munkustrap?" Back up your mind. She isn't coming. Not at all, and never again. It cannot change, yet while strangely holy. "Munkustrap?... You're a great big brother. Thank you." I clamped my eyes shut, trying to make the haunting voice leave.
[ *sniff* that was kind of sad. :( i think i might have to do another tugger one where he hears her too. anyhow. send me who's pov you think i should write in. because that would be amazing. and don't name mistoffelees because of course he's going to be in here.
btw. writing/reading this while listening to some of the songs on the New Moon cd is awesome. just not 'white demon love song', 'violet hour', 'shooting the moon', and 'meet me on the equinox'.