TW: Don’t read it if your sensitive to anything WoDV might have. Ex; D3ath, loss, fury, spite, etc. Also one line with the word ‘slipped’ spread out over multiple lines for effect, don’t read if that bothers you to much ^^” Well here it is. I’m not happy to be letting her go or to be writing this, and it might show a bit in the writing. I’m gonna miss her but she never was happy and I didn’t really give her a fighting chance at life when both her parents d!ed. This takes place in the Hunting Grounds at the Ancestral Monument, and then heads up the Highlands and out of the valley. Her entire life has been canon, which means it’s to late to change any of the and things that happened the night she was born. Kipper’s cold blank eyes gazed down at the stone and a great wave of sadness washed over her. This was never going to be her home. Never. She leaned down and nudged a small feather toward the rock. It was blue. From a bird she’d managed to catch a feed has before. She was still having trouble hunting. Her ribs poked through her pelt. Many other prints were placed here. Including one from Navi, but she consults tell which. No scents were left here. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to make her own or not, but she wanted to leave the feather. And then she knew what she had to do. The suns last rays were disappearing, and she wanted to go fast. Before anyone would know. She paced forward and put her paw down in the mud, still wet from the rain a couple of days ago. Anger twisted up her insides as she bit over her bottom lip. Her legs shook in her fear and rage, but she didn’t care. She had lost *everything* and then Augustus had made it even worse by sending her away. She wasn’t *weak*. It wasn’t her fault she was blind! And still, she had never shed a tear over it. What was wrong with her? Why, after losing everyone she cared about, could she feel nothing? Even the sky cried and wailed, but never, ever her. It wasn’t fair! Her life had *never* been fair! She never even had a *chance*. The stup!d sky was better than her. She pulled her paw away and then made an identical print beside it. And then six small ones around it. One for each of her parents and one for each pup. Two in the older litter, four in the second. She slowly scrawled a scratch down each of the larger marks, and one of the smaller ones. And then she lashed out, leaving deep gouges in the second smallest pawprint. Her own. No one would know what the prints meant to her, to her history. To the legacy she wouldn’t carry on. But at least it was there. Right beside her d3ad parents and stillborn sister. And now her. She was, of course, still breathing but she hadn’t really been alive. Ever. Her mind turned to darker thoughts. Thoughts of how she shouldn’t have survived. And turned and walked away. Not looking back. And headed out of the hunting grounds and up a hill. Back toward what used to be her home. The highlands. Where her parents had lived and walked and hunted. And d!ed. Their best friend, Augustus, still led the pack. Like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t been there when Navi -mother- fought Moonjewel in a one on one duel for the safety of her pack and pups. He had stood there helplessly while Moonjewel tore Navi’s throat. He had also been there when Spider fell apart and got himself k!lled by Fire because he was to weak to save himself. But he wouldn’t be there for her last moments until the valley. Because she was leaving and never coming back. She picked up her pace until she reached the edge of the mountains. They seemed to go forever. Maybe she would get lost in there. Anything was better than here. So she leapt forward before she could think about it anymore. Larvae and Imiri might wonder about where she went, if she was d3ad, if they would never see her again, but it wasn’t her problem anymore. Augustus wouldn’t feel anything. Just like he hadn’t felt anything when he sent her away because she was *blind* and *to weak* to live in her mothers pack. Instead the daughter of her mothers most trusted friend raised her. In Skypack. Where she had no place. So she kept walking and pushed away all her doubts. They wouldn’t miss her. They didn’t need her. They never had. She was just another mouth to feed for Augustus, just another pup to educate for Ocean. And of course just one more problem Nightpack had to hide. But not anymore. The rain began to fall and the rocks below her feet grew slick. She knew she should stop for the night, but she wasn’t completely out of the valley yet. So she kept pushing forward. Onward and onward for hours. Until it happened. She s l i p p e d. And fell. Down. And down. Her blank blue eyes were wide and her heart [continued below]
[continued] beat but she made no sound as she plummeted down. She was in shock. In her final seconds, her only thought was /Really? This is how it ends after *everything*?/ And then bones shattered. And the little wolf, The runt, The survivor, The blind pup, The worm-obsessed pup, The crazy pup, The wanderer, The adventurer, The last descendant, The *final* link, Was no more. Just gone. No young wolf made it out of the valley that night. Maybe a young wolf met her parents for the first time. And her stillborn little sister. Or maybe, dreams broke and the world ended. A black and white body was left behind. That no one would ever find. Tucked away in the base of the mountains. Shattered. Gone. Done. Lost. Maybe in a better place. But not in a better place. Because with nothing to live for, what did she have to die for? #WoDV Trashy art by me. Left off her white markings because it was rushed.
