She had envisioned her death many times over the years, when she had been starving as a pup in the mountains, when more blood then she thought she had poured out of her, staining the snow an impossible red, and even that once when instead of being greeted by the engulfing dark she was met by the legendary white light. Wisely, she had strayed from it and eventually woken up.
Moonnight was old, older then her three legs and the vast amount of scar tissue she had accumulated over her life would have predicted. Yet, her muzzle had turned silver and the once deep ebony of her coat had faded to grey.
Her cataract filled vision clouded for a moment as someone stepped into sight. She coughed, rolling her eyes toward them. "Momma..." She smiled in a bittersweet way and turned her head towards what she knew were the mountains. "Carry me?" Another obliged, lifting her up gently and placing her across her son's back. Old age and sickness were so far from she had imagined to be her undoing. To be surrounded by family was even more miraculous. They were all beautiful, each sensible and strong, in the prime of their lives.
The mountain's air was hard on her lungs, but she breathed in deeply, a spark of herself in the grin of inflicted pain. One of her daughter's delicate muzzles pulled her away and settled her on the red rock. They stood around her, waiting. Moon didn't try to stand. "Which one of you is going to kill me?" She forced a nasty smile, spreading her scarred lips wide and revealing the cracked, yellowed teeth that had helped her achieve things not thought capable of a cripple. Moonnight ignored the pregnant silence, the bated breaths of her children. She turned her neck to look at the mountain ranges so far away, dim in the distance, towering giants in the foreground that reduced her little group to specks atop one mountain in hundreds.
In the end they all stepped forward, each gripping a vital area that would result in a quick death, but only two bit down. The last thing she saw were the mountains she had risked so much to return to and lightning flashing in the distance.
[a quick little thing for a writing challenge on bba; Moon's death on bba. ]
Lightning Strikes
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