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[sup]© tikki[/sup]IT MUST BE BELIEVED TO BE SEEN
It seemed all too common now that the smell of blood was what often called Moth over to the border of the swamp's territory, and this time was no different. The smell had caused alarm to rack through the reaper's body, quickly making her way over to the scene, ears flicking and feet moving quicker as she heard the familiar voice in her head. I need help, someone's dead...
Breath stuck in her throat when she saw the scene before her, eyes widening as she looked over the body of Seven and the body of the other's father. She hadn't known Seven for very long, but in the time that she had, she had come to find the other to be like her own child, and though she didn't know it, it had seemed as though Seven had thought of Moth herself as a mother. They had lived together since Seven's joining and Moth had taken care of her as if she were her own, happy to have someone else in the house with her. Of course she had Atticus and Sweeney, but she knew that no matter where their hearts lie, they would eventually end up back in the Pitt, it seemed to fit them better than that of the swamp.
She hadn't thought one that she considered her own to be dead on the border though, and it caused her mind to turn to mush. She forgot all the medicine she had learned in that moment, moving forward and making her way over to the tiger's body, sitting next to her and bringing her paws forward to hold her close. "Seven you've gotta wake up." The mother would mutter, ears pinning to the back of her head as she began to shake. "Come on you've been through too much you've got to wake up." She'd been through hell and back only to die in this way, and it wasn't fair.
Breath stuck in her throat when she saw the scene before her, eyes widening as she looked over the body of Seven and the body of the other's father. She hadn't known Seven for very long, but in the time that she had, she had come to find the other to be like her own child, and though she didn't know it, it had seemed as though Seven had thought of Moth herself as a mother. They had lived together since Seven's joining and Moth had taken care of her as if she were her own, happy to have someone else in the house with her. Of course she had Atticus and Sweeney, but she knew that no matter where their hearts lie, they would eventually end up back in the Pitt, it seemed to fit them better than that of the swamp.
She hadn't thought one that she considered her own to be dead on the border though, and it caused her mind to turn to mush. She forgot all the medicine she had learned in that moment, moving forward and making her way over to the tiger's body, sitting next to her and bringing her paws forward to hold her close. "Seven you've gotta wake up." The mother would mutter, ears pinning to the back of her head as she began to shake. "Come on you've been through too much you've got to wake up." She'd been through hell and back only to die in this way, and it wasn't fair.
MOTH KINGMAKER - TANGLEWOOD - PENNED BY TIKKI - BIO