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[ Asleep ]

Sing me to sleep

Sing me to sleep

And then leave me alone

Don't try to wake me in the morning

'Cause I will be gone

Don't feel bad for me

I want you to know

Deep in the cell of my heart

I will feel so glad to go

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A searing pain ripped through his throat and a loud, ugly gurgling cry of pain escaped him. The day had been filled with blood- his fur was soaked in it. So much blood, and all of it, he'd be proud to proclaim was only that of the drones. But the warm blood that now poured from his fresh, gaping wound belonged to him and him alone.

Death would soon come for him, of that he was certain. Every ragged breath as he gasped for air only brought blood, and he could feel the strength leaving him as he stood his ground.

Within moments he'd dropped to the floor and watched as his now disinterested assailants turned to face another of his fellow Xassans. He wanted to get up, to continue fighting. He'd finally gotten his chance, the chance to be worth something. To be useful. But most of the strength he'd once had was long gone now, and what was left was quickly ebbing away.

Yes, death was certain. Now, as he lay among the grass, his life slipping away- he was unafraid. When he'd thought of his own death, he'd always thought he'd welcome it. After all, for a long time, he'd had no one. Would death not be better than life? His siblings, the only wolves he'd ever really loved- they were no longer of this world. He'd never been a believer in the Gods or the afterlife, but it was a comfort to allow himself to think his siblings would be waiting for him.

But... was that really so true now? For a long time, maybe it had been. Until Xassa. He'd been distant with all of them and consistently avoided their company. They wrote it off as a symptom of his old age, but really... he feared, deep down, that he would grow too close to them. His standoffishness kept most at bay, but one wolf had managed to break through.

Wick.

That insufferable young male, no matter what Vidar did, never seemed to tire of his company, despite how unpleasant Vidar may often made it. Vidar had often thought him irritating, and yet he'd begun to feel something almost akin to friendship. A friendship, he now realized with a gurgly chuckle, that he must've had with another he'd labeled to be merely an irritation: Sig. Leaving him behind had been the right decision, but... now as he lay alone, he found himself longing for the rodent's company. What would the rodent do once the Xassans returned, with Vidar not among them? Did he have someone to return to? Or was he, like Vidar, alone in the world without his kin? He would never know now. He only hoped that Sig- Charlie- would forgive him. For... everything. And Wick, what would become of him? Surely, if he managed to survive the battle, he would be fine. While the old wolf knew he would not live to see the end of the war, he wanted to believe the domainians would prevail and his packmates could return home. They could finally be safe after so long of living in fear. He felt a pang of remorse and regret, knowing he would not be joining them home. But, he was relieved at least, to believe they would return home at all. He had to believe that.

The old wolf could feel his eyelids grow heavy, and he let them slowly close.

There is another world

There is a better world

Well, there must be

Well, there must be

Well, there must be

Well, there must be

Definitely didn't unironically use a Romeo and Juliet quote for the title of Vidar's finale comic and his exit piece haha. Which, I can now add to his comic since it's no longer spoiler-y. xD

This was... very hard guys HDKFSHD. I've had Vidar as a character for many years and he's always been so great to play, but it had been coming to a point where I just had too many other character's who I had a much greater muse for and he was just... off to the sidelines. I didn't see it as making sense for him to leave Xassa, so this was really the only option in my mind. I think, if he could've chosen any way to die, it would have been to die fighting. So- thank you Hive plot, for plentiful opportunities to give him the right ending.

[ Vidar permanently retires with 23 bones. ]

Art & Vidar (c) me

Description

[ Asleep ]

Sing me to sleep

Sing me to sleep

And then leave me alone

Don't try to wake me in the morning

'Cause I will be gone

Don't feel bad for me

I want you to know

Deep in the cell of my heart

I will feel so glad to go

<< PREVIOUS >>

A searing pain ripped through his throat and a loud, ugly gurgling cry of pain escaped him. The day had been filled with blood- his fur was soaked in it. So much blood, and all of it, he'd be proud to proclaim was only that of the drones. But the warm blood that now poured from his fresh, gaping wound belonged to him and him alone.

Death would soon come for him, of that he was certain. Every ragged breath as he gasped for air only brought blood, and he could feel the strength leaving him as he stood his ground.

Within moments he'd dropped to the floor and watched as his now disinterested assailants turned to face another of his fellow Xassans. He wanted to get up, to continue fighting. He'd finally gotten his chance, the chance to be worth something. To be useful. But most of the strength he'd once had was long gone now, and what was left was quickly ebbing away.

Yes, death was certain. Now, as he lay among the grass, his life slipping away- he was unafraid. When he'd thought of his own death, he'd always thought he'd welcome it. After all, for a long time, he'd had no one. Would death not be better than life? His siblings, the only wolves he'd ever really loved- they were no longer of this world. He'd never been a believer in the Gods or the afterlife, but it was a comfort to allow himself to think his siblings would be waiting for him.

But... was that really so true now? For a long time, maybe it had been. Until Xassa. He'd been distant with all of them and consistently avoided their company. They wrote it off as a symptom of his old age, but really... he feared, deep down, that he would grow too close to them. His standoffishness kept most at bay, but one wolf had managed to break through.

Wick.

That insufferable young male, no matter what Vidar did, never seemed to tire of his company, despite how unpleasant Vidar may often made it. Vidar had often thought him irritating, and yet he'd begun to feel something almost akin to friendship. A friendship, he now realized with a gurgly chuckle, that he must've had with another he'd labeled to be merely an irritation: Sig. Leaving him behind had been the right decision, but... now as he lay alone, he found himself longing for the rodent's company. What would the rodent do once the Xassans returned, with Vidar not among them? Did he have someone to return to? Or was he, like Vidar, alone in the world without his kin? He would never know now. He only hoped that Sig- Charlie- would forgive him. For... everything. And Wick, what would become of him? Surely, if he managed to survive the battle, he would be fine. While the old wolf knew he would not live to see the end of the war, he wanted to believe the domainians would prevail and his packmates could return home. They could finally be safe after so long of living in fear. He felt a pang of remorse and regret, knowing he would not be joining them home. But, he was relieved at least, to believe they would return home at all. He had to believe that.

The old wolf could feel his eyelids grow heavy, and he let them slowly close.

There is another world

There is a better world

Well, there must be

Well, there must be

Well, there must be

Well, there must be

Definitely didn't unironically use a Romeo and Juliet quote for the title of Vidar's finale comic and his exit piece haha. Which, I can now add to his comic since it's no longer spoiler-y. xD

This was... very hard guys HDKFSHD. I've had Vidar as a character for many years and he's always been so great to play, but it had been coming to a point where I just had too many other character's who I had a much greater muse for and he was just... off to the sidelines. I didn't see it as making sense for him to leave Xassa, so this was really the only option in my mind. I think, if he could've chosen any way to die, it would have been to die fighting. So- thank you Hive plot, for plentiful opportunities to give him the right ending.

[ Vidar permanently retires with 23 bones. ]

Art & Vidar (c) me