Biography
Peering out to the moon, Nyra inhaled a deep breath of the fresh, chilled woodland air, before closing her glowing green visionaries with a content smile upon her maw.
In her old age, Nyra had become wiser, stronger and much more mature, and was feeling particularly reflective in this moment. Her platinum pelt danced in the soft breeze as she slowly laid down on the soft grass, the crunch of autumn leaves beneath her barely disturbing the tranquil silence of the forest.
Many thoughts swirled in her mind, and memories flooded back as she rested her head on her cream-dipped paws; she also thought this night was particularly spiritual, as she could feel the many spirits of fallen packmates, the many creatures she had killed and the pups that had not survived. Tears brimmed the edge of her tightly shut optics. A couple of them even slipped down her furred cheeks.
But she smiled peacefully as she heard their whispers.
'I forgive you.'
'It's okay.'
'You didn't mean it.'
'You had to.'
'We miss you mommy!'
Regardless, she felt pride swell in her chest, and her heart fluttered at the overwhelming emotion. As she began to slip into a relaxed sleep, a warmth surrounded her being, coaxing her into a deep sleep.
But she was not done reminiscing yet.
Her dreams were filled with many lucid flashbacks, ranging throughout her joyous life. The battles she had won against tough enemies, the pride tinted with a sliver of guilt that burned in the back of her throat; the many pups she had birthed with several outsiders, how proudly she looked down upon them and how she cried when they left, one by one.
'They were all beautiful,' she murmured unconsciously, ears lowered. 'And how I miss them so.'
'It's not all bad!' came an unknown voice, child-like in sound and playful in nature.
'You were an amazing wolf,' a chorus of voices echoed in unison, the young and old mixing together to welcome the old fae.
'But now, it is time to join us. Do not be afraid. You will be missed - but not by us.'
Behind her eyelids, she saw flashes of blue, white, pink and purple, as the galaxy formed and twisted infront of her, stars shining behind her closed optics.
'I can't wait.' Nyra sighed happily, exhaling her final breath with a restful smile.
'I will be there soon, my ancestors.'
Credit to: Joyotethecoyote
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