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Date Posted: 19:36:42 05/27/03 Tue
Author: Cymbra and Misa
Subject: ... The End? ...
In reply to: Circasia 's message, "\.soar./" on 18:20:58 05/27/03 Tue

Noting the arrival of Misty, her father, and her sister, Misa heaved herself to her feet, her teeth crushing her bottom lip to keep from groaning aloud. Every inch of her body hurt... the wolves had done quite a number on her when she had finally found her mother at their mercy. Somehow along the way, Misa had managed to coax the story out of Cymbra. Worried and severly depressed over the complete degredation of her relationship with her youngest daughter, Cymbra had taken off on one of her journies. While out moseying around, she had the bad luck to step directly into an abandoned critterhole, effectively trapping herself. Days passed and the gray's foot had remained stubbornly lodged in the critterhole. Weakening and in dire need of food and water, she had made the decision to yank her foot out of the critterhole. Doing so caused the delicate bones to snap, hobbling her and putting her in great pain. She turned in the direction of the Grove, her plans for how to fix her relationship with Ciri still unsolidified, but she was injured and needed assistance at home. Luck didn't hold for the dappled mare. Wolves, scenting the acrid tang of blood in the air, swarmed on the pained mare. With only three good legs to fight with, she didn't stand a chance. The wolves had only been toying with Cymbra when Misa finally found her. After a brutal battle which almost killed the younger mare, Misa drove away the scavengers and managed to get her mother up. Cymbra was very dehydrated and starving, and massive blood loss combined with the agony of putting weight on the shattered limb further deteriorated the aging mare's condition. Misa tried frantically to relate all of the information to her father, tripping over her words and sobbing in a combination of fear, exhaustion, and relief. Flashing a shaky smile in thanks to Misty for showing support, Misa pressed her blood-soaked muzzle against her father's for a long moment before moving away. She knew in her heart of hearts that her mother wasn't going to survive. The odds were stacked against her and she had never been a very sturdy mare to begin with. Collapsing in an ungainly heap, the splotched mare sobbed quietly, unable to cope with the fact that her mother might never wake again.

Opening one glazed eye, the gray mare fought to bring the world into focus. Her gaze immediately caught on Cole, her mate and the one love of her life. A small sigh rippled through her, barely audible. The agony was ebbing, her body turning numb to the pain. A ghost of her former smile danced across her lips. Sucking in a shallow breath, she began to speak, her voice cracking and very weak.

"Cole, my darling, I'm so very sorry. I never intended for this to happen. Promise me, my love, if I don't make it, watch our girls. Misa grew up so fast and had so much responsibility so young, but she still needs her Daddy's protective eye. And Ciri... it might be good that she hates me so. She won't be traumatized by my passing. Grief can be such a horrid beast."

She broke off, the strain of speaking taking its toll on her remaining strength. Her vision had not strayed from Cole's face. Her whole world centered on him, as it always had. She had no way of knowing that there were others around. Pulling in another breath, she tried again, her voice sounding even weaker and breathier.

"Take care of our girls and the Grove. So many have come and gone, so many more will come and someday this place will be bursting with life again. I love you, my darling."

Her eye drooped shut again, slipping in and out of consciousness. She was aware of Cole near her, but she lacked the strength to speak more or even open her eyes.

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