An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

She is special

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It was cold...

It was a cold day....

The icy touch of the morning air slipping callously inside and reaching out with invisible fingers towards the only and sole occupant of the tent at the time. Her body covered as much as she could with what little she had to do so, yet the tattered pieces of cloth, worn down and chewed by time and insects had left the thing ridden with holes.

Making the woman underneath to tremble and shudder at the coldness that brought her up from her slumber.

A pair of wolf like ears slowly perking up at the not so distant sounds of the other clan members going in and about outside, or the wind howling with strenght. Thin, pale fingers gripped the blankets as she tried to tilt her head to the side, trying to find someone even if her glossy, pained eyes and her body tried to stop her.

Her ears folded once she realized that she was alone. That her little girl was not resting with her, her spot empty and cold...

Cold.

She felt cold...

It was...painfully cold.

She tried to tilt her head away, to grind her teeth, yet even then she could not shake the sheer grip it held over her.

No matter how hard she wrapped herself around with what little cloth remained of her blankets, how much she worked if only to keep the small flames lingering in the brazier to remain just a little longer.

She had not always been like this...

There had been a time when she had been able to run on the fields, to hunt and walk under the sunlight, to feel the air brush against her face be it day or night with a sensation of exhilaration coursing through her..

Until she no longer could..

Like the darkness that came after the last strayed streams of light left the fields and the darkness of the sunless sky brought, the malady struck her without warning...and without mercy.

What little was left behind...became fodder for the cold that refused to part away from her heart, waning what strength she had left.

Leaving her bed ridden...

Weak..

Useless.

Abandoned...

One by one, her scattered thoughts started to pile up one after the other.., pricking at her from the inside like cold needles yet bearing a weight that her body could not topple against.

The shame of it all....

Perhaps that was why she did not sense or hear a certain someone enter into her tent before they literally jumped into her line of sight in the form of a black blurr of black hair and purple bright eyes.

Small, thin arms wrapping around her back while a small body pressed against her form rather tightly. Her ears picking up the sound of a fluffy black tail wagging left and right in earnest, clearly happy to be there.

A harmless act born out of love...especially now that her nose finally picked up the scent of her daughter who was nudging her head against her chest, muttering an almost purring like sound in the process.

Sadly, like many other times before, the sheer glee of her little girl and her lack of control of her strength had literally left her without air in her lungs again when she collided with her.