By the time he caught their scent, it had already been too late. A predator in his own right, his senses are good, but not nearly as sharp as those of his love. They can be confused, worked around in one knows what they're doing. With the ability to shapeshift which usually allows him to walk right up to his prey unhindered, the sharpest of senses have never been a necessity for the gumiho. But that meant he was unprepared for the fomorians to attack him. They were already on him by the time he knew they were there. Had he had a chance to get home, to get to Laurent, there would have been a chance for the fox. Together with his vampire, he can take on most things. But on his own, he was easily overwhelmed.
Elyas isn't sure what made them stop, why they ran off just before they'd finished ripping him apart. Why not take out the last flickering light? Why not simply drag him into the dark? Why just leave him bleeding and dying alone in the snow? Why must he suffer? If he has to die alone, why does it have to be slow and agonizing?
He presses his hands to what he feels must be the most grievous of his wounds, but he doesn't have enough strength left to even slow the bleeding. He has to, though. He has to hold out just a little longer. Then sun will be down soon and Laurent will be waking up. Elyas has to hold on just a little longer so he can say good bye.
Resting his head back against the lamppost, Elyas closes his eyes. He'd been trying to watch the horizon, trying to watch the last of the sunlight disappear but he's already getting so tired. Tired from the fight, the cold, the blood loss, from his own approaching death.
"I'm sorry we couldn't be together forever." He's sobbing now, his normally warm cheeks freezing under his own tears. His tears aren't for his injuries though (he doesn't feel those anymore) but rather for the fact that he'll never see Laurent again. He promised to be by his vampire's side until the end of time and now he has to break that promise. Even at the end of his own time, he won't get to be by Laurent's side. His love will wake up, searching for the fox who is usually eagerly awaiting the the moment he so much as starts to stir, only to find him having died out in the snow, out on the street like some common animal.
"I'm sorry."
By the time Laurent arrives, Elyas is slipping in and out of consciousness. He's barely aware that his vampire is by his side, that he gets to say good bye after all, until Laurent speaks. His voice manages to cut through the fog that's descended on the poor dying fox. His head lolls to one side and he pries his eyes open just enough to look at Laurent's beautiful face. Ah, so his final moments won't be spent alone after all. Now that he's here though, something in Elyas almost wishes he wasn't. He doesn't want Laurent to have to watch him die, but he can't send him away. Not now. Not when he's spent so long crying for Laurent and wishing he would appear before him.
"I didn't think... I'd get to see you again..."
He rests his head against Laurent's chest and closes his eyes again when he's scooped up out of the freezing snow. He doesn't want Laurent to have to suffer with him, to watch the life drain out of his fox, but there's something so poetic about his life ending in the arms of his eternal lover. Yes, this seems like a much better place to die.
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Elyas isn't sure what made them stop, why they ran off just before they'd finished ripping him apart. Why not take out the last flickering light? Why not simply drag him into the dark? Why just leave him bleeding and dying alone in the snow? Why must he suffer? If he has to die alone, why does it have to be slow and agonizing?
He presses his hands to what he feels must be the most grievous of his wounds, but he doesn't have enough strength left to even slow the bleeding. He has to, though. He has to hold out just a little longer. Then sun will be down soon and Laurent will be waking up. Elyas has to hold on just a little longer so he can say good bye.
Resting his head back against the lamppost, Elyas closes his eyes. He'd been trying to watch the horizon, trying to watch the last of the sunlight disappear but he's already getting so tired. Tired from the fight, the cold, the blood loss, from his own approaching death.
"I'm sorry we couldn't be together forever." He's sobbing now, his normally warm cheeks freezing under his own tears. His tears aren't for his injuries though (he doesn't feel those anymore) but rather for the fact that he'll never see Laurent again. He promised to be by his vampire's side until the end of time and now he has to break that promise. Even at the end of his own time, he won't get to be by Laurent's side. His love will wake up, searching for the fox who is usually eagerly awaiting the the moment he so much as starts to stir, only to find him having died out in the snow, out on the street like some common animal.
"I'm sorry."
By the time Laurent arrives, Elyas is slipping in and out of consciousness. He's barely aware that his vampire is by his side, that he gets to say good bye after all, until Laurent speaks. His voice manages to cut through the fog that's descended on the poor dying fox. His head lolls to one side and he pries his eyes open just enough to look at Laurent's beautiful face. Ah, so his final moments won't be spent alone after all. Now that he's here though, something in Elyas almost wishes he wasn't. He doesn't want Laurent to have to watch him die, but he can't send him away. Not now. Not when he's spent so long crying for Laurent and wishing he would appear before him.
"I didn't think... I'd get to see you again..."
He rests his head against Laurent's chest and closes his eyes again when he's scooped up out of the freezing snow. He doesn't want Laurent to have to suffer with him, to watch the life drain out of his fox, but there's something so poetic about his life ending in the arms of his eternal lover. Yes, this seems like a much better place to die.