¸¸♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫ bio ♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸¸ NAME: Touma. AGE: ??? ¸¸♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫ story ♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸¸ "Tch, It's too cold out here." I look over at Jeremiah. His muzzle is bent upwards, tipped in some respectful gesture to the heavens. The night air is cold, he's right. I can feel it nestling beneath my fur, trapping itself in what little heat emanates from my body. It's not that cold, though. I can bear it. I think Jeremiah is mostly worried for me. "It's not that cold." "But- Touma-!" His eyebrows are knit in worry, face scrunching up slightly at my denial. Jeremiah knows it will be my time to leave soon, but he cannot bear to fully acknowledge it. I'm weak, I have been since the fire - and with the coming of winter, my body grows wearier by the day. I'm so close to letting go, but Jeremiah insists I keep pushing. I can't really deny that I do it for him - but I don't think there's anything wrong in that. Jeremiah has stuck by me since the fire. Since our home fell. Since the winter came - and he promises he will stay by me forever. But Jeremiah knows he won't be able to stay by me in my death. I think that makes him sad. I never liked it when Jeremiah was sad. I still don't, actually, which is partly the reason I'm sticking around. Or, at least, I'm trying to. Jeremiah presses his muzzle to my shoulder, and I can feel his breath, a sharp interruption of warm air amidst the bitter wind. His eyes are closing, pools of orchid now hooded by heavy eyelids. "I love you, Touma-" Before he can finish, he's cut off by a yawn, and his quiet, raspy words devolve into a drawn out, mellow, gasp for air. Jeremiah's eyes close, and his face becomes still, the only sign of life in his body the gentle rise and fall of his broad chest, and the stirring of the fur on his muzzle beneath his nose. I feel warmth swell beneath my cheeks, blood rushing to my face as his body leans against mine, pelts knitting together. I look up, as he did a minute ago. The stars are bright, second only to the lights of a nearby human city. I turn back to Jeremiah, taking him in one last time, before I remove my mask and the world is swallowed by darkness. ... I think it's time.
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