when tomorrow never comes

[Colibri Soul]

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Mew had been attacked, that she had know, even been there as her daughter had given birth to the stillborn. After the brief mentioning of Mew, hell broke loose. Ears glued tight against her skull as Iskata told of the Haku’s way of treating the coyote responsible for his sibling’s injuries. The milky white female stood frozen as the relative came closer and nuzzled up against her. If the rape and violence had been bad enough, the next words that sounded from Iskata made it so much worse. The other female even had problems with saying it. It had not been very pretty, then. Her son could not be patient enough to go to hell, so he seemed to attempt creating one here. It was all so wrong.

She could not believe this, how someone could take the life of a child. It had happened in the past, and every time a new incident came up to the surface, her heart was pierced. Every time. Syliat was long gone, and so were the children the demon had killed. A mother never did forget her children though, and Colibri still held the pain in her heart. She did not understand what Iskata actually meant when she spoke of when she had found Haku afterwards. It seemed so not like the being he was. He did not cry, did not whimper, did not fear. He was not capable of it. Or, that was what she had believed, but obviously she was deadly wrong. Had it been guilt and regret?

And what did you see? There was thick ice in the five years old’s voice now. It was not directed to Iskata, but it was the new shock slowly creeping in under her skin and filling her with winter.

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