His body was still warm. He did not twitch or fidget as he was prone to do. He was still. There was blood.
His body was still warm.
OR: After the devastating loss of his best friend—his protégé, his cub—Twilight has to learn how to go on amidst the grief that consumes him.
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For a long moment Twilight just held him close to his chest, resting Wild's head against his shoulder. He's held the kid like this before, during times when he was sick or when he woke him up from a particularly bad dream. If Twilight closed his own eyes he could pretend that's all this was: just a bad dream.
Except Wild's chest did not move.
"We should bury him here," Twilight said loudly.
ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ General thematic warnings include death, burial, funerals, eulogies. I, again, just really love this story an unexpected amount. It totally caught me off guard, but I am very invested in the portrayal of Twilight's grief. It is done very beautifully throughout, and I'm a big fan klgsdfgkl Tashi I love your work
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Text: Through the Valley
Author: Tashilover
Reader: RuneLore
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