[MaMa] don't let go
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Autumn, future? WC: 432

Pale-furred fingers traced along the spines of the leather bound journals, the bookshelves lined with loose scraps of paper as well as the sketchbooks and notes. They were conversations, and artwork, and all the written memories of this life he had shared with his kindred spirit. Hati hummed softly, an old half-forgotten tune his mother used to sing when he was a child. Many seasons had passed since her loss, and Hati no longer felt the pain of bereavement when he thought of her now. Everything was different now. He no longer had to struggle to find his identity, to prove himself and earn ranks or titles. His life had been filled with a simple joy, a happiness he had never known before he'd met Edgar.

A gentle smile crossed his lips, the same smile he found every time he thought of the small dog. His soft, floppy spaniel ears, his delicate pink nose, the wise look in his copper eyes, everything about Edgar was so approachable and sweet. Edgar's goose companion had taken more time to warm up to Hati and his horses, but they all seemed to get along now. The mares Asagi and Luneth were peacefully grazing in the yard. His sensitive ears could pick up on the faint nickering as they conversed, the rustling of the autumn leaves as their hooves scraped at the ground to uncover the grass. They were all the things his beloved mate would never hear.

Edgar was deaf, and had never learned to speak because of it. When they first met, Hati had been surprised that one with such a disadvantage could survive on his own, out in the harsh and unforgiving world. He knew now that it had been unfair of him. Edgar had changed him, brought him confidence and love and peace from his own insecurities. All those hours he'd spent growing up with his nose in a book, he had never guessed that it was leading him to this -- a lover who could only communicate with the written word. He had learned to happily scrawl down his every feeling, penning his thoughts onto the endless pages of paper strewn about their cabin, and eagerly awaiting the quickly scribbled response. Hati saved them all, reread them some days when he was home alone or felt a yearning to relive a certain scene from their shared past. Like today, quietly flipping through the pages of a filled sketchbook, marveling at the delicate details of his love's artistic talent. Truly, he was the lucky one to have met such a special soul.

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ooc: It can be set whenever you want it to be, I don't mind. Oh yeah, I just looked it up and I found out that geese can live to be 15 years old, the sad thing is Edgar's pet would actually outlive him since most Brittany spaniels live to be around 12 or 13 :'c



He was smiling again, glancing at his mate as the blue-eyed man appeared to be looking through one of the many bookshelves they had. Edgar was in the kitchen, in the process of making a large cherry pie for them to eat that night; the crust for the dessert set up neatly in the pan he had gotten from trading with another luperci. Whenever he went out to go trade for things they both needed, Hati would always come along with him since he tended to worry a lot about him. Edgar worried about Hati a lot too, that was the thing that the Brittany had longed for when he was a loner; somebody to worry about. It sounds silly but it was true, he acted almost like a mother to people he cared for because his own mother was the only, and first, luperci besides Hati who had ever loved him. The male poured the sweet cherry filling onto the crust as he continued to bake. Hati was the only thing in his life now that mattered, if he were ever to lose him the stress of it all would be far too much for him to bear. The cook rolled out the top crust for the pie and cut out little hearts to show his love for Hati and their home. Edgar then took the unbaked pie and placed it in their oven, which was given to them as a housewarming gift from an old friend of Edgar's. Edgar's goose had gotten her leg stuck in between two of the logs that was their roof, she panicked as she tried to fly away; noisily calling out for help. Hati would never get to have a slice.


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Aww, that is sad! Horses outlive everyone, so it is the same story for Hati. Asagi already outlived one owner! WC: 506

Hati gently returned the sketchbook to its shelf, turning to inhale the sweet scent of the pie filling coming from their kitchen. It was cherry today. He watched as Edgar deftly rolled out the top crust, covering the top of his pastry before sliding the dessert pan into the oven. The tall wolfdog strode up behind the chef, wrapping his arms around his mate's thin shoulders and hugging him tightly. There were no words needed for this, just a simple gesture of his appreciation. He loved Edgar dearly, and their simple life together out in the woods was more than he had ever dreamed of.


Edgar had such a unique skill set with his recipes - pies and cakes, candies and sweets, a world beyond the simple cooking Hati had grown up with. Even with the recipes right in front of him, he could not replicate the fanciful desserts that Edgar could craft so effortlessly. Instead he lent his help in a different way, meeting with the traders and travelers that could secure the necessary ingredients and tools for his latest creation (as well as new journals and writing utensils). His serious, protective presence helped to shield his mate from swindlers and crooks - or so he hoped, he knew he was not a shrewd bargainer or a warrior. His wolf heritage had him stand a good head and shoulders above Edgar, so it was merely a facade. Still, they had not had any trouble yet, which was a relief. Hati would rather die than let Edgar be hurt.

It was undeniable that sugar could be hard to locate up in the north, and at times the couple just didn't have the necessary bargaining chips to trade for it. Sometimes Hati would travel by himself, riding Asagi into the city of Halifax to search the abandoned buildings for metal cans of goods. Edgar was always so happy to receive the rare gifts, nonperishable syrups and fruits and fillings that they could not find in their wilderness. Other times he would ride his more feral mare, Luneth, deep into the forest, to sniff out berry bushes, apple trees, or honeycomb. In the winter he learned to tap maple trees, get sweetness from their sap which he stored in small bottles. He would carefully wrap these gifts in cloth and stash them in his saddlebag, before they would gallop faster than the wind, racing along the land back to the cabin they called home in their eagerness to share his discoveries. He never liked to be separated for long.



A noise outside caught his attention, and he turned to glance briefly out the window. It sounded like Edgar's goose was honking about something. The horses were not disturbed by it, so it could not be an intruder -- perhaps there were flocks of geese overhead, migrating south for the oncoming winter, and their presence had upset her. He dismissed it for now, turning to bury his nose in Edgar's soft mane fur. The spaniel always smelled so sweet.

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ooc: I'm trying to make this one longer so that I get 1000 words, I'm always stuck around 260 or 270 >.<



His heart skipped a beat when the scent of Hati came up from behind him. The young male was so excited to spend this new life of his with Hati; he never would have guessed that it would be very soon cut short. The dog's thin body felt warmer as Hati's strong arms pulled him back into a hug. Edgar enjoyed this life too, it was too good to be true, there was nothing that made him unhappy at the moment; just the fact that they were almost out of cherries. He smiled at the thought of Hati out in the woods track them down for him; he at times felt embarrassed that he wasn't able to do more. As time passed, Edgar found that the woods became more dangerous. There were several times where luperci had sneaked up on Edgar to steal from him. Luckily, Hati was there at every one of those times to protect him; though he was a peaceful man and never actually fought. He liked that about him. Well, that's a bit of an understatement; he loved everything about him. He wished that he could tell him at the moment how much he really loved him and just how he was such a blessing to have after all those moments in his life when he felt like he could barely hang on. Suddenly, he felt the young man's head lift off of his shoulder. Was something wrong? No, he was turning back toward him. This time Edgar had turned to face his mate; eyes bright and an eager smile on his face. The spaniel gently pulled the male closer to him and went up on the tips of his toes, trying to make eye contact with him. He felt instantly relieved of all the pain in his past when his eyes met Hati's. Hati had that calming effect. The dog placed a soft kiss at the side of his lover's dark maw. Death would come to both of them that evening.


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Edgar turned to face him with the sweetest smile gracing his lips, those copper eyes shining with adoration. Hati willingly let himself be pulled in close, his pale blue gaze riveted irresistibly on his mate. He felt so possessive sometimes, he just wanted to wrap his arms around the dog and never let him go. There was something so fragile and petite about his features, but so much spirit blazing behind those eyes, an intelligence and wisdom beyond his years. Hati closed his eyes as the kiss softly brushed against the side of his muzzle, sliding his hands through Edgar's silky fur until they rested on the small of his back, just above his little stub of a tail. He exhaled softly, kissing the spaniel's cheek, tracing his lips down to the delicate curve of his white throat. This intimacy was what brought him solace, even when he left his pack and family to live in the wilderness. Never once did he regret choosing Edgar.

Hati raised a hand to stroke the spaniel's soft ears affectionately, a familiar habit. He wanted to prolong the closeness, let it lead them somewhere deeper, but he was distracted again. The honking sounds outside had not ceased; the capricious bird was having some sort of tantrum, and it sounded like she might be on their roof. She had never had trouble flying when she wanted to, which was admittedly an infrequent occurrence, but it was possible she had injured herself or gotten stuck somehow. Hati frowned, unable to ignore the goose's plight any longer in good conscience. He was too sensitive to the suffering of others, regardless of their species. He had always been that way. Reluctantly Hati slipped from the embrace, moving to pick up a nearby pad of paper and a stick of charcoal to scrawl a message.

Your goose friend is making a fuss outside. I will check on her in a moment to make sure she is all right.


The chill of autumn was a welcome one for Hati -- his thick fur was built to withstand the harshest of winters, and it was a relief that the warm seasons were coming to an end. Today, though, he was strangely hesitant to step outdoors. He wanted to stay by Edgar's side, and lingered in the kitchen with a wistful look before handing his mate the notebook. It would only take a moment.

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Edgar felt the amazing sensation of Hati's soft tongue moving down his neck; he loved the way it felt. The Brittany's mate then affectionately touched the sides of his soft, droopy ears; a playful grin showed up on his face as he lovingly nibbled the canine's pointed ears; he didn't want him to every leave him. There wasn't ever a dull moment with Hati, even when they were just having a typical day sitting out in their cozy home deep in the woods. Hati, as Edgar viewed it, had colored his life; the spaniel's life was no longer a colorless sketch. It was more like a beautiful painting now, and that was all because of him. A few moments later, the man he loved left a message in charcoal for him on a paper sitting on the table near them; Edgar quickly read over it, sad that their little meeting was over. Quickly, the luperci licked the side of Hati's face just before he left the room. Edgar was in love, something that he never thought would happen to a guy like him. He then made his way over to the stove, with thoughts of his blue-eyed mate running through his head, to finish up his pie. The goose continued to panic, her calls for help growing louder as she became more stuck.


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WC: 909

Hati nuzzled his mate, crooning appreciatively as the dog's teeth found their way to his pointed ears. Edgar could not hear the little moan of pleasure he had elicited, but they were entwined so closely together that he would surely feel it rumbling in Hati's throat. There was a warmth flushing his his cheeks that had nothing to do with the nearby oven. He was deeply reluctant to tear himself away, but he sighed in resignation when he knew he didn't have a choice.

Edgar read his note quickly, adding nothing but a loving kiss that promised more to come upon his return. Hati leaned over the counter, adding one last note to the page before slipping out the door. He didn't think Edgar understood French, but sometimes he peppered the words here and there simply as terms of endearment. He would share everything with his mate, his language included.

"my sweet, my darling.">Mon doux petit, mon chéri. Wait for me.



The autumn air was brisk, a cool breeze teasing the colorful leaves that carpeted the ground around their cabin home. The first frost would come soon, heralding the coming of winter. He hoped they had enough food in stock, dried hay for the horses and bagged flours for Edgar's baking. Hati walked around the house, pale eyes peering about for the sight of the goose. As he walked by the front yard, his horses raised their heads and called out to him, their greetings familiar and distinct to him after all the seasons he had spent with them. Asagi was friendly and curious, still chewing her way through a mouthful of grass. Luneth seemed bothered by something, tossing her mane and stamping her pink hooves. Hati turned his attention to the rooftop, though, as the cacophony of honking was definitely coming from above them.

The lean wolfdog came to the far corner of their cabin, where the logs butted against each other and formed a sort of ladder. It was not a difficult task to scale it, something Hati routinely did during the snowy months to make sure their roof was not in danger of collapsing. The couple had not built the cabin, merely found it by serendipity and spent a good long time cleaning and repairing it. The day they had been brought the oven as a housewarming gift had been such a surprise to Hati, who had no idea how to even get it into the house at first. They figured it out, though, just as they had figured out how to insulate the interior so the cold didn't seep in, and they had figured out to save little bits and pieces to trade for what they could not find. He was very fond of his home and all they had accomplished here on their own.

He reached the roof and finally located the goose, her grey wings beating wildly as she thrashed about. Her little webbed foot was stuck between two of the logs, and her struggling had served to get her more tightly wedged in. Hati sighed, shaking his head as he crawled across the eaves to reach her. The goose arched her neck and hissed defensively, ready to protect herself in her state of panic. He tried to move slowly, humming in an attempt to calm the bird, but she was too worked up to listen. Finally, he made his move -- wrapping his arm to pin her wings against her plump body, Hati used his free hand to fiddle with her leg and ease it free. The angry goose was nipping painfully at his ribs and anything else she could reach, but he did his best to ignore it until he got her loose. With a grunt, he let the goose go, who immediately burst into flight in a flurry of feathers. Her beating wings clipped him in the face, and he instinctively flinched backward, forgetting where he was...

As he overbalanced, his foot stepped out reflexively to steady him -- only it struck nothing but air. With a surprised yelp, Hati slipped down the roof, catching only the edge of the rafters with his fingers. His wrist was wedged between the two logs, just as the goose had gotten trapped. He shut his eyes tightly as his weight came crashing down, yelling hoarsely as he felt the bones of his wrist break. He dangled for a few long moments, face crumpled in a mask of pain, before attempting to pull himself back up with his good arm. He gasped, blinking rapidly as his pale eyes watered. He wasn't strong enough to do it with one arm, but his trapped wrist was useless; it was only going to swell up and get him trapped more tightly. He needed to drop to the ground before the situation grew dire.

He tipped back his muzzle and gave a short, strained howl; calling for his love, his Edgar. He was hurt, and he needed his mate. Of course, Edgar would never hear him. A frustrated whine caught in his throat as he looked everywhere for that accursed goose -- he couldn't see her, she must have flown off. He was on his own, dangling above the unforgiving ground below. He could clearly see rocks jutting treacherously beneath the carpet of leaves. This was going to hurt. He closed his eyes, and tried to focus his thoughts instead on cherry pie as he readied himself for the fall.

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Edgar smiled as he felt a rumble in Hati's throat as his mouth bit gently into his ears, he could tell that he liked it. The young artist knew that his mate too hadn't wanted to leave him at the moment, he could see the desire to be with him in his pale eyes. After Edgar gave him just one more kiss, he wrote down one more thing; this time in French. Although he couldn't understand the language, he loved it when Hati wrote in French, it was so sweet to him. The corners of the spotted luperci's lips curled up into a smile as he carefully read over what Hati had written. When he had looked up to see if his husband was still in the room, he saw nothing but the empty room before him. Whenever Hati left the room, everything around him always felt so empty; the man had a very strong energy that Edgar had been drawn to from the start of their relationship. While the man was standing in front of his oven, he pulled it open and took out the baked pie. Setting the pie on the counter, he walked over to their dining room table and threw a long, purple table cloth over it. Edgar then brought over his pie, the soup he had made earlier and poured two glasses of wine for himself and his loyal mate. The luperci then placed many long, red candles on the table and carefully lit them. The sensitive male took a small step back to take in the beautiful mood he had set for their dinner. Little did he know, his lover was outside hanging off the edge of their roof; about to die. Just a moment later, the goose burst in through the door and hopped into the kitchen, stealing a small carrot from the big bowl of soup while Edgar read over Hati's message over and over.


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Hati tipped back his muzzle and howled again, calling desperately for help. If Edgar could not hear him, maybe the goose or the horses would react in some way to alert him. It was a long shot. They were far away from any others, having chosen solitude in their forest. He bit his lip in concentration, digging his claws into the wooden beam with the effort it took to support his weight with one arm. Slowly, gingerly, he freed his injured wrist, gasping as it was released into the cold air. His fingers had gone numb, and now the circulation was returning in a most unpleasant manner. Hati grunted, making one last strained attempt to pull himself up onto the roof, but his lean strength was already spent. He would be bruised and battered, and if he was unlucky he would break another bone, but he would be alright after time healed his wounds. Edgar would nurse him back to health, patiently and lovingly. Hati would put his fate in the hands of the one he loved. He shut his eyes tightly, holding his breath as he let go of the roof, flinging his arms wide as he fell backward. It was going to hurt.


There was a sickening crunch as his dark body hit the rocky ground.

He lay on his back, stunned for a moment. He could not seem to breathe -- shock, his mind told him in a detached way. Attempting to move caused a paroxysm of fierce pain to radiate through his chest, and he coughed, struggling to draw air. What had happened? Dimly, his pale eyes struggled to focus. He could see the bright leaves littering the ground beside him. Brilliant yellow, burnished orange, and dark crimson... too much crimson. Why was there so much red? He coughed again, the spasm forcing his head to loll from side to side. He was cradling his wrist against his chest, but he could no longer feel the pain there. He felt cold.

Hati wheezed, trying to call out for help, but barely managing a whisper. Had he misjudged the distance of the drop? His thoughts were hazy, he was having difficulties concentrating on anything. He coughed again as he exhaled, and that time he saw it -- flecks of dark red spattering from his mouth, speckling color against the leaves. Confused, he raised his head, trembling with the effort. There was a pool of crimson spreading from his body. His blood, he was lying in a puddle of his blood. Panicked, Hati tried to cry out, mustering a wordless scream that deteriorated into a painful fit of coughing. Why was it so hard to breathe?

He laid his head back against the cold ground, too sick to stare at the blood any longer. Instead he stared up at the clouds in the sky, slowly exploring his body with his good hand. He was still in one piece. Then he felt it. His fingers grasped at it, a hard little spike of stone. It was protruding from his fur, ringed by a dampness he knew was blood. He could not pull it loose. It dawned on him why, as he slid his questing fingers along his chest to his back, where he found the same hard stone beneath him: it went all the way through. He had landed on a pointed stone, and it crushed his ribcage, punctured through his lung, burst all the way through him. It missed his heart, he noted disinterestedly.

He pressed his fingers against his heart, feeling the feeble pulse. He was still alive, but how long could he hold on? He felt cold, his warmth seeping away from him. Edgar, his beloved, what would happen to his mate? Hati pressed his hands over the stone, in a weak attempt to hide it. He couldn't bear to see Edgar cry. Would he even get a chance to say goodbye? His pale eyes watered with tears he could barely feel, a numbness spreading from the hole in his chest. The seasons they had spent together, they were the best times of his life. If this was to be the end, he had no regrets except one... he wouldn't get to taste the cherry pie waiting for him inside.

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I'll make one more post after this one then this'll be done



Although she wasn't a very intelligent animal, the goose knew that Hati wanted help from her Edgar. Because his mate had come into his life, the spotted man no longer spoiled his goose as much as he had used to; Hati becoming the object of his affection. After reading over his love's message, he turned toward his bird to find her bobbing her head in the bowl of soup for a carrot. Infuriated, Edgar chased after her all around the cabin, thrashing his arms about to reach out and try to catch her. Just after Hati's body had hit the ground, the goose frantically fluttered out the doorway and landed a few feet away from the injured body of Hati. Moments later, Edgar burst through the door, about ready to lock up the fowl in her cage up in his and his husband's bedroom. The one and only thing that kept him from doing that was the sight of Hati lying there on the ground with a dark pool of blood beginning to expand around him. The artist rushed to his side, his heart pounding almost right out of his chest. He didn't know what to do. He could pull Hati's body off of the rock, but then he would hurt him even more. No matter what he did, his precious Hati, the man he looked up to and yet cared for so much, would be dead. Tears streamed from his soft copper eyes, placing his arms around Hati's neck. He never expected for this to happen today, he never wanted it to either. He wished that he could go back in time to the moment where he and Hati were together in the kitchen and all that he was worried sick about was the pie in the oven, that moment was perfect to him. Desperately, he thought to himself: Please don't go, you're all that I have...


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Thank you for this thread! <333 | WC: 429

Wet tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he did not feel them. He was cold all over, and he was beginning to feel tired, like he should close his eyes and rest. His mind was so sluggish -- there was logic struggling to resurface through the haze, telling him if he slept he would never wake again. But he didn't want to be here, not like this. He always hated the sight and scent of blood, it made him queasy. He wanted to be indoors, and warm, and settling down for a cozy meal with his mate. Dizzily he stared up at the clouds, perplexed when a sudden shadow fell over him. Was someone there, or was it just going dark? There was already darkness creeping into the corners of his vision, so he knew he would not have to be here with the blood for long. It would all go away.

Peace settled over him them. A warm touch caressed his throat, arms wrapping around him in a tender embrace. Hati sighed pleasantly, tilting back his muzzle to peer up at Edgar's face. He was so happy to see his mate, but the dog was crying. Such a pitiful sight, those copper eyes welling with tears. Why was he so sad? Didn't he know that everything would be all right now that they were together again?


He parted his lips, attempting to speak, but a sickly croak was all he could muster. A bubble of blood pressed its way past his jaws, speckling the ghostly-pale fur of his chin as it burst. What was the point in speaking? Edgar would never hear him. He wheezed a laugh, the breath rattling painfully in his windpipe. He would communicate the same way the two had for all the seasons they spent together, in writing. Hati touched his pawpads to the hole in his chest, his seeping lifeblood instantly staining the fingers of his uninjured hand deep crimson. Then he raised his trembling arm over to his lover, painting a small shape in the silky-white fur of Edgar's chest. A heart.


Then his arm fell limp to the ground, cold and numb. Hati's pale blue eyes, once sharp and intelligent, grew clouded and dim, fixated on the last sight they would ever see -- his one and only, the dog that had never once heard his voice but somehow understood him more than any other. His life had been filled with a simple joy, a happiness he had never known before he'd met Edgar. He would not change a thing.

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No, you're the one who came up with the idea of it; so thank you! I just know that this thread has to win one of the categories c:



He was alive. The boy's tears still continued to come down, he knew that he would have the gift of having just one more minute with his man. He looked tired. Edgar knew he was dying, his heart panged with guilt when he thought of how he could have made it out here sooner and stopped all of this from happening. Then there was a question that came up in his mind; was this meant to be? The luperci swallowed hard, knowing deep down inside that for some reason it was. The thing was though, he couldn't make it without him, ever. Edgar couldn't see himself making it to tomorrow, he felt that he would die tonight; right by Hati's side as he had always been. Vivid memories played in his mind as he looked deeply into his mate's closing eyes. He smiled at the one of him sitting in the winter with cookies on the table; Hati sneaking the majority of them while Edgar was asleep, and then there was that time where they first met... Edgar was out in the woods, lying on the ground right at the moment where he felt he was about to die; he had been severely injured by another wolf over a deer carcass. Hati stumbled across him, and helped him up; bringing him to a nearby cave for shelter. But when he really thought about it, this moment was the most precious. The moments where Hati would die, and Edgar would stay by him; until the same happened to him. He watched as his husband gently painted a heart onto his chest, a tear from Edgar fell onto it and blurred it. Then the artist laid down next to Hati; arms wrapped around him. Edgar looked up at the sky and saw how little snowflakes were drifting from the sky, then he suddenly saw his goose take off; never to return to the cabin or Edgar. Hours later, he was asleep. He never awoke.


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