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Ice flower
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The night sky was gone. The clouds formed a dark, pitch black ceiling over the pitch black snow. Howling winds and strong snowfall suffocated the last flickering rest of the fire. The wolf was shivering from the merciless coldness of Lunaria. Even with his thick fur. He seeks after the vixen in the tent, holding his last lux crystal. The vixen was covered with all blankets and covers the wolf had. Her breaths are flat and fast, her eyes look glassy. He lays his hand on her forehead, his face turns concerned. The wolf quickly bound the fur covers around her and buckled her up like a backpack. He rushes out of the tent, not even thinking about to take it with him. It was not his first time he was in Lunaria, usually his orientation since guided him safely to his desired destination "Black Heart". But not this time. Something is different.
Heavy thoughts lay like a firm mist in his head. "How could I be so careless to take her to this land? Why do I even care about her anyway?" The wolfs way is difficult without proper heat sources. His paws bleed from the ice and the skin of his pranks cracks. The blood forms crystals with a morbid beauty. But he doesn't notice. The fresh fallen snow is a heartless murderer. The moon doesn’t guide his way this time. "Mother nature must have lost her mercy for me".
The winds have stopped. Since the all overwhelming noise was gone, absolute silence took its place. The wolf hears the little vixen’s heart beats. They slowly decrease in their frequency while his started to get faster and faster. The wolfs limbs get numb. The cold’s bitterness gnaws marrow-deep. "Is this it?" He won’t fall through a blade nor a bullet. "Defeated by mother nature?" He kneels in the snow. His throat feels sore. "Take me if you want. But please spare the girl. She is just a Child" He can't hear her heart anymore. The wolf releases a mourning howl in despair over the withering flower.
A silent throb disturbs the wolfs howl. A pale green light glimmers from the vixen’s chest. The throbbing gets louder, the light brighter. A single tear congeals in the air, landing on her cheek. The wolfs eyes are torn wide open as the vixen rises from the covering furs. She stands there now fully embraced in this light. The wolf sees her smile again, maybe for the last time. "Anima" He speaks as his body surrendered to the cold and collapsed.
