Sorry for the derpy wait : /
The death of some soul was never an easy thing to deliver, but it was so much worse when that soul was so innocent, so young. Denali had barely gotten a chance to live. Just on the cusp of adulthood when the light of his life had been so violently extinguished. Thoughts of how it had happened plagued the mother ever since she had learned the truth. She had found out first hand how it felt to have that bone dagger stabbed into your body. Savina had survived though, her son had not. The Consul hoped that blood-eyed demon was dead. Hoped that she had died slowly and painfully from the wounds her teeth had inflected upon her. Still, the hate was so small now in comparison to the loss, the grief.
Malachi whispered something, though she was not sure exactly what the word was. Her eyes remained closed, head bowed as she willed the tears to go away. Wished for it all to just stop. Why she did deserve to continue living when that right had been taken from Denali? The devil woman had almost taken another of her children as well, her sweet little Parker. Losing one babe was so horrendous, Savina doubted that she could still be functioning if she had lost her daughter as well. She likely would have tried to walk into the ocean again to feel its deathly embrace as she had upon another occasion when hopelessness had reigned her heart. It was true, she had recovered from that, but this was so different. Could she ever truly be the same?
Folded back ears picked up the sound of the bear moving, coming closer to her, but she remained still and unseeing. That fearful part of her was expecting some kind of blow to come, a white flash of pain. What reason Malachi would have for attacking her she couldn't guess, perhaps for having failed the boy. The mother certainly felt she deserved such blame. When she felt the thick limbs surround her and life her up though her body went rigid and emeralds popped back open. What was she doing? The survival instinct rose up in her again and she was ready to struggle and fight to get free, but the hulking creature merely held her to its chest. When the soft, sad sounds came from the bear, the Consul's form finally relaxed. She was comforting her? Confused and shocked as she still was at such a thought, the woman relaxed into the large chest and the tears finally began to flow without a fight.
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