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" the dream "
— "what are you doing?"
[Y/N] kneeled above a small, delicate creature. It was weak and nearly empty of life. Behind her stood a tall, dark and brooding figure. A wolf, but a man. He was also a man, but a wolf.
The wolf questioned her motives as she watched above this nimble thing. Her gaze held grief even though it wasn't dead yet. She could give it a chance, a little push...
...but she feels that maybe, death would be better than pain for the rest of its life.
"...I can't save it."
The wolf softly sighed at her words. He knew this day would come. The day she wouldn't be able to give any life.
Though hesitant, he kneeled down next to her. He would morally support her.
"I'm sorry, Vida."
"Don't apologize." She whispered, her gaze softening as she looked him in the eye. "This wasn't your doing, I know it."
And for the first time in a while, the wolf's gaze also softened. He looked like he had so much to say, so much to tell his best friend. But it just didn't feel right to spoil it all out.
"I think..." She lay her hand onto his, which laid on his thigh. "...you should take care of it."
He looked surprised at this. She would never willingly let him do his gig, and now? On a child of a creature, of all things?
"But— [Y/N], it's young, it could have a long time left." He then grazed her cheek with his paw, gently pushing her to look at him. "Are you sure we wanna do this?"
She smiled. "Since when are you against taking a life, hm, Muerte?" A snicker reverberated from the both of them, but it hit them both that one of them had to do this.
"Do it. It's suffered enough, and I can't just let it any longer... please." Her voice was gentle and pleading, and she looked away. The wolf only stared at her.
A few moments of painful silence, and the creature stopped breathing.
[Y/N] blinked away the tears of regret.
"We need to go, amor." The wolf swiftly stands from his kneeled position, putting his blades back into his sockets. He had used them.
"...okay."
She stood after him and kept her head down, hiding the tears that escaped. She didn't dare let out an audible sniffle and embarrass herself.
She bumped into something soft, yet it nearly knocked her backward until she felt a grasp around herself, pulling her back in.
Death had embraced her, and she hugged him back as her tears leaked into his fur. "It's okay, Vida. You're okay."
"What about the mother? What will the mother think when she finds it laying there?"
"...She was taken long ago, Vida.
There's no one left to remember him besides us."
...oh.
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Short chapter, I know, haters gon hate 😡 Just a small filler tbh. Still working on how the next chapter is gonna work out to fit with the ending.
