01-30-2012, 05:43 PM
344
The white flakes piled up quickly despite the slowness that they floated down, as though attracted by the same color of her chest and tail to cover her and almost hide her completely. The doggish hybrid was clinging onto her last strands of life with loosening hands that would inevitably release them sooner rather than later. The cold seeped itself well inside of her body. Spreading it's chilly fingers to grasp around a struggling heart and deflating lungs and hurry the process of death. Any awareness of the world outside her mind was gone and she had not even dreams or nightmares to keep her company just an unending blackness. She had not even such a sense of self to question whether or not she was truly dead, just to float there, unending and unknowing, primed to become a wraith or ghost of the world that would wander restlessly forever with no sense of purpose only a vague notion of who she was.
She heard not the too loud cries of the filly or her own son's frantic screams or the sounds of the house door being pulled open. Her head lolled to the side limply as she was plucked from the ground and held against a blackened chest whilst concerned orbs of chocolate gazed down upon her prone form. Neither muscle twitched nor whisker stirred, to all appearances she had left the mortal plane for the afterlife beyond if not for the frail echoes of breath and cloud that escaped her maw. She was taken inside to the warmth that may have come too late and the children that could very much witness her spirit's departure.
A depressing sight it was to see the usually so prideful and elegant woman brought down to such lows by her own element, the life she had been born into and honed by years and generations of adaptation, the snow that flurried so gracefully within her heart. The toweling of her fur provided a rise in her bodily temperature that was practically unnoticeable but it was a start.
The white flakes piled up quickly despite the slowness that they floated down, as though attracted by the same color of her chest and tail to cover her and almost hide her completely. The doggish hybrid was clinging onto her last strands of life with loosening hands that would inevitably release them sooner rather than later. The cold seeped itself well inside of her body. Spreading it's chilly fingers to grasp around a struggling heart and deflating lungs and hurry the process of death. Any awareness of the world outside her mind was gone and she had not even dreams or nightmares to keep her company just an unending blackness. She had not even such a sense of self to question whether or not she was truly dead, just to float there, unending and unknowing, primed to become a wraith or ghost of the world that would wander restlessly forever with no sense of purpose only a vague notion of who she was.
She heard not the too loud cries of the filly or her own son's frantic screams or the sounds of the house door being pulled open. Her head lolled to the side limply as she was plucked from the ground and held against a blackened chest whilst concerned orbs of chocolate gazed down upon her prone form. Neither muscle twitched nor whisker stirred, to all appearances she had left the mortal plane for the afterlife beyond if not for the frail echoes of breath and cloud that escaped her maw. She was taken inside to the warmth that may have come too late and the children that could very much witness her spirit's departure.
A depressing sight it was to see the usually so prideful and elegant woman brought down to such lows by her own element, the life she had been born into and honed by years and generations of adaptation, the snow that flurried so gracefully within her heart. The toweling of her fur provided a rise in her bodily temperature that was practically unnoticeable but it was a start.