The king of the Dreki watched as the ice and snow plummeted towards their camp. An avalanche. He had heard stories of the phenomenon as a kit, but he had hoped to never witness one.
"Leif!" a voice called for him. He froze as he spotted Sif, the queen and his lover, running towards him.
Leif shook his head and tried to signal for Sif to stop, but she kept moving. "Sif, no! Stay away!" he screamed.
She tumbled in to him, and they scrambled to try to move away from the oncoming avalanche. Snow was racing towards them, and he couldn't see a way to escape it.
This was it for them.
Leif stared his bru, his lover, his friend, his queen in the eyes and smiled softly. "Our love will never die, my queen."
Sif's blue eyes watered, and she shakily rested her paw on Leif's cheek. "May the Lion guide our souls together, my king."
They touched their foreheads together, and snow buried them in the morning light.
The camp was quiet, and no bird nor hare made a noise. The earth mourned for the souls lost, and the Lion beckoned his children home.
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Laerad: Through the Bifröst || Warriors Command Game
RandomThe Dreki have lived in the White Forest for generations now, but peace still has not come as it was promised so many moons ago. With the death of many of their kin in an avalanche, the surviving members of the tribe must do what they can to see the...
