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I hurt myself with this one

also i spent so much time on mal that the rest of it kinda suffered as I got tired.... oops

Everything was dark and cold. Malika felt no wind, but the chill in the air still bit harder than ever down in the pit where she lie. She could smell others around her, but her sight was lost to her, unable to bring herself to open her eyes. She could scarcely remember what had happened, but from the pain in her hind she knew something was wrong. Having been thrown into the pit while still unconscious, Malika hadn't been given a chance to break her fall, and had landed awkwardly on one side. She didn't know if her bones were broken, but she supposed it didn't matter. The pain was manageable, but she couldn't get up. She didn't have the energy.

There were two options now; Havir, her family, would come and rescue them all... Or she would die, and join her daughter in Paradise with the gods. The latter didn't seem too bad, at this point. Judging by the pain in her back, she had fallen quite hard. Having been thrown into the pit while still unconscious, Malika hadn't been given a chance to break her fall, and had landed awkwardly on one side. She didn't know if her bones were broken, but she supposed it didn't matter. She had little hope in her heart that she would be found, and even if she was, she could still very well succumb to her injuries.

She remembered bits and pieces of what had happened to her. Three males, loners, at the border... She fought with them. Injured one. The others ambushed her. She was knocked out after that, and didn't recall anything else. Now she was here, in the dark, with the others. She could account for all of them by scent, but one seemed muddled... Familiar, but new, all in one. She couldn't place it. She heard muffled steps in the dark around her, and a distorted voice.

"Mother." The voice called to her so softly she could scarcely hear it. "Mother..."

Slowly, Malika shifted her head and opened her eyes as much as she could manage.

"Zevahni..." Malika whispered, peering up at her daughter. "You're here..."

Zevahni smiled at her, and Malika found herself feeling sad. The way she looked now... Her daughter was grown. A young adult now, like her brother, and so beautiful. Despite the ache in her heart, Malika returned the smile with tears in her eyes.

"You have to wake up, Mama."

"But I am-" She stopped, staring up into Zevahni's amber eyes. Malika realized now what this was. This was a dream, or some kind of vision, and nothing more.

Zevahni's smile never wavered. She took a graceful step toward her, speaking in a hushed tone, her voice ever so soft. "You must wake up. Arthur still needs you. Papa, too, though he may not express it." She leaned down to swipe her tongue over Malika's head, sparking a memory. Malika had done the same when Zevahni had been dying at her paws. She felt a tightness in her chest at the memory, and she attempted to crawl closer to her daughter now, though she hardly had the strength to do so.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I'm your mother. I should have protected you."

"Hush now, Mama. There is nothing you could have done." Zevahni said gently. Malika begged to differ. A mother as fierce as her would drag down the god's very kingdom if it meant that her children would be safe. Zevahni seemed to know her thoughts, because she laughed... But it sounded distant. Her daughter's form seemed to be fading, and Malika began to panic.

"No, no, don't go... Don't leave me, please. Please, Zevahni." She cried, struggling to push herself up. She didn't have the strength to manage it for long, sinking down into the dirt only moments later. "Please, take me with you, let me die," she whispered, half-sobbing out of desperation. She didn't want to go back, to wake up alone in this pit. She was tired, so tired. Going home now seemed impossible. She just wanted to be with her daughter, the one she'd failed.

Zevahni only smiled again, leaning down to brush her muzzle against Malika's cheek. "I cannot. The Gods do not call for you yet." She murmured. Malika could feel her lean in closer, feel her breath on her cheek as she whispered into her ear.

"You have to live."

With a jolt, Malika's eyes flew open and she raised her head, breathing hard. Her cheeks were soaked with tears; she had been crying in her sleep. She looked toward the stars, calming her breathing as she considered the situation. Only once before had she felt so helpless. Zevahni had died in her arms, and there had been nothing Malika could have done to change that. Now she lay at the bottom of a pit with the others, relying on her pack now to come find her. Saurugol... Arthur... Quidel. She had to put her faith in them now.

Exhausted still, Malika curled up as best she could in her condition, squeezing her eyes shut.

Find me. Whatever you do, please, find me.

So for anyone curious/needing an explanation/or if you just skipped the story, Malika "wakes up" in the pit and has a vivid dream/vision/hallucination. Once she figures it out, she kind of questions if its an omen of her death since Zevahni is there. As she comes back to reality or starts to wake up, she begs Zevahni to take her with her, aka she wants to die so she can go to Paradise and be with her daughter. But apparently that's not in the god's plans for our dearest Guardian, so she just wakes up (for real this time) in the pit

THERE YA GO. honestly i just wanted to pull some heart strings and draw mal again.... and zevahni. cause she's precious and I miss her <3

Zevahni belongs to and SORRY I BORROWED/BUTCHERED HER. Idk what she'd be like as an adult, but she's dead and this isn't ~really~ her so I figured I'd wing it LOL

Mal is mine <3

I think this is +2 bones for picture/story

Description

I hurt myself with this one

also i spent so much time on mal that the rest of it kinda suffered as I got tired.... oops

Everything was dark and cold. Malika felt no wind, but the chill in the air still bit harder than ever down in the pit where she lie. She could smell others around her, but her sight was lost to her, unable to bring herself to open her eyes. She could scarcely remember what had happened, but from the pain in her hind she knew something was wrong. Having been thrown into the pit while still unconscious, Malika hadn't been given a chance to break her fall, and had landed awkwardly on one side. She didn't know if her bones were broken, but she supposed it didn't matter. The pain was manageable, but she couldn't get up. She didn't have the energy.

There were two options now; Havir, her family, would come and rescue them all... Or she would die, and join her daughter in Paradise with the gods. The latter didn't seem too bad, at this point. Judging by the pain in her back, she had fallen quite hard. Having been thrown into the pit while still unconscious, Malika hadn't been given a chance to break her fall, and had landed awkwardly on one side. She didn't know if her bones were broken, but she supposed it didn't matter. She had little hope in her heart that she would be found, and even if she was, she could still very well succumb to her injuries.

She remembered bits and pieces of what had happened to her. Three males, loners, at the border... She fought with them. Injured one. The others ambushed her. She was knocked out after that, and didn't recall anything else. Now she was here, in the dark, with the others. She could account for all of them by scent, but one seemed muddled... Familiar, but new, all in one. She couldn't place it. She heard muffled steps in the dark around her, and a distorted voice.

"Mother." The voice called to her so softly she could scarcely hear it. "Mother..."

Slowly, Malika shifted her head and opened her eyes as much as she could manage.

"Zevahni..." Malika whispered, peering up at her daughter. "You're here..."

Zevahni smiled at her, and Malika found herself feeling sad. The way she looked now... Her daughter was grown. A young adult now, like her brother, and so beautiful. Despite the ache in her heart, Malika returned the smile with tears in her eyes.

"You have to wake up, Mama."

"But I am-" She stopped, staring up into Zevahni's amber eyes. Malika realized now what this was. This was a dream, or some kind of vision, and nothing more.

Zevahni's smile never wavered. She took a graceful step toward her, speaking in a hushed tone, her voice ever so soft. "You must wake up. Arthur still needs you. Papa, too, though he may not express it." She leaned down to swipe her tongue over Malika's head, sparking a memory. Malika had done the same when Zevahni had been dying at her paws. She felt a tightness in her chest at the memory, and she attempted to crawl closer to her daughter now, though she hardly had the strength to do so.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I'm your mother. I should have protected you."

"Hush now, Mama. There is nothing you could have done." Zevahni said gently. Malika begged to differ. A mother as fierce as her would drag down the god's very kingdom if it meant that her children would be safe. Zevahni seemed to know her thoughts, because she laughed... But it sounded distant. Her daughter's form seemed to be fading, and Malika began to panic.

"No, no, don't go... Don't leave me, please. Please, Zevahni." She cried, struggling to push herself up. She didn't have the strength to manage it for long, sinking down into the dirt only moments later. "Please, take me with you, let me die," she whispered, half-sobbing out of desperation. She didn't want to go back, to wake up alone in this pit. She was tired, so tired. Going home now seemed impossible. She just wanted to be with her daughter, the one she'd failed.

Zevahni only smiled again, leaning down to brush her muzzle against Malika's cheek. "I cannot. The Gods do not call for you yet." She murmured. Malika could feel her lean in closer, feel her breath on her cheek as she whispered into her ear.

"You have to live."

With a jolt, Malika's eyes flew open and she raised her head, breathing hard. Her cheeks were soaked with tears; she had been crying in her sleep. She looked toward the stars, calming her breathing as she considered the situation. Only once before had she felt so helpless. Zevahni had died in her arms, and there had been nothing Malika could have done to change that. Now she lay at the bottom of a pit with the others, relying on her pack now to come find her. Saurugol... Arthur... Quidel. She had to put her faith in them now.

Exhausted still, Malika curled up as best she could in her condition, squeezing her eyes shut.

Find me. Whatever you do, please, find me.

So for anyone curious/needing an explanation/or if you just skipped the story, Malika "wakes up" in the pit and has a vivid dream/vision/hallucination. Once she figures it out, she kind of questions if its an omen of her death since Zevahni is there. As she comes back to reality or starts to wake up, she begs Zevahni to take her with her, aka she wants to die so she can go to Paradise and be with her daughter. But apparently that's not in the god's plans for our dearest Guardian, so she just wakes up (for real this time) in the pit

THERE YA GO. honestly i just wanted to pull some heart strings and draw mal again.... and zevahni. cause she's precious and I miss her <3

Zevahni belongs to and SORRY I BORROWED/BUTCHERED HER. Idk what she'd be like as an adult, but she's dead and this isn't ~really~ her so I figured I'd wing it LOL

Mal is mine <3

I think this is +2 bones for picture/story