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The woad bound ears flickered forward at the sound of his voice. His words were something familiar. It was the same fear she now felt. Her love for Onus was such that it was not for herself but for him that she wished to stay behind, to continue to resist the call of her father. But she could not, and she could not for the same reasons. She knew what must be done, and the Dreams urged her to move forward and do that which must be done. And for her duty to her pack, for the wolves that had already suffered, she could make that sacrifice. For Onus, she could go. And she knew that for her, should she fail, Death would not be immediate. Death would be slow, her freedom suffocated until her spirit died and with it her body. But to end it all, to have Onus live, that would suffice. Onus would have to understand.... He could not be made to suffer more because of her. And with that she was content with what must be done, because she understood that reason.
Slowly, the woman nodded. "Your mate will feel heartache," the woman confirmed. While Love was an entirely new concept for the warrior, she knew what even a short distance divided by error could do to the heart. She knew what the distance of death must do also. It made the decision that much more difficult, but one cannot shy away from the hand of Fate. "One love has been made, it cannot be undone. But you mustn’t fear for your mate. It must be understood that Death comes for us all and that Death comes only at the right time, never too early, never too late."She spoke now of what had been said to Hybrid, of what had been said to Catalyst. Always, it was the same, but it was the same because that law of life and death was a constant. It could not be changed as Corvus Vendetta sought to change it.
"If your mate loves you, you can wait for them on the other side." The woman herself did not particularly believe that Death functioned in that manner. She wasn’t even sure what it was that lay in the land of the Dead beyond that river. But it was a thing that many within these lands believed. Perhaps this male would believe it too, or, if not him, then his mate. "We who must die cannot become attached too dearly to life, even if it is love to which we are attached." No matter how difficult it was, the binding hands would have to let go. And perhaps love was eternal. One could never know. The warrior did not know. She knew only what love could feel like, and how out of control love could render one. And she knew that she did love. And that was enough. "I walk towards Death, but as Warrior, death is always upon me, threatening and waiting."
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The woad bound ears flickered forward at the sound of his voice. His words were something familiar. It was the same fear she now felt. Her love for Onus was such that it was not for herself but for him that she wished to stay behind, to continue to resist the call of her father. But she could not, and she could not for the same reasons. She knew what must be done, and the Dreams urged her to move forward and do that which must be done. And for her duty to her pack, for the wolves that had already suffered, she could make that sacrifice. For Onus, she could go. And she knew that for her, should she fail, Death would not be immediate. Death would be slow, her freedom suffocated until her spirit died and with it her body. But to end it all, to have Onus live, that would suffice. Onus would have to understand.... He could not be made to suffer more because of her. And with that she was content with what must be done, because she understood that reason.
Slowly, the woman nodded. "Your mate will feel heartache," the woman confirmed. While Love was an entirely new concept for the warrior, she knew what even a short distance divided by error could do to the heart. She knew what the distance of death must do also. It made the decision that much more difficult, but one cannot shy away from the hand of Fate. "One love has been made, it cannot be undone. But you mustn’t fear for your mate. It must be understood that Death comes for us all and that Death comes only at the right time, never too early, never too late."She spoke now of what had been said to Hybrid, of what had been said to Catalyst. Always, it was the same, but it was the same because that law of life and death was a constant. It could not be changed as Corvus Vendetta sought to change it.
"If your mate loves you, you can wait for them on the other side." The woman herself did not particularly believe that Death functioned in that manner. She wasn’t even sure what it was that lay in the land of the Dead beyond that river. But it was a thing that many within these lands believed. Perhaps this male would believe it too, or, if not him, then his mate. "We who must die cannot become attached too dearly to life, even if it is love to which we are attached." No matter how difficult it was, the binding hands would have to let go. And perhaps love was eternal. One could never know. The warrior did not know. She knew only what love could feel like, and how out of control love could render one. And she knew that she did love. And that was enough. "I walk towards Death, but as Warrior, death is always upon me, threatening and waiting."