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Forward dated to 4/13
Shiloh 

The sky above them rumbled, drawing energy from the pit of a planet destined for destruction. Darkness encumbered everything, casting a heavy shadow across a dying universe. It had been weeks since light had touched the surface, leaving a land aching for a softer touch.

Tiberii lay awake, her skin electrified by the erratic pulse of a pained earth. The sky would ripple, twisted by a blue flash of lightning as the world beneath them continued to fracture. She would blink, as if acceptance was all she could muster. It was the end of days, surely.

The bull would twist, restless as she pressed herself against the figure at her side.

She needed him awake.

A soft nudge would try to draw Shiloh from slumber, wordless and tender, nose tracing delicate messages against his skin. A soft smile would grace the fur of his flank, her breath mingling with his auburn coat as she nipped at the edges of his skin, luring him from his sleep ... luring him to follow her.

She would lift herself from the den, taking heavy steps into a world that remained at war.

She did not know he was there, but she could sense him.

Without looking to him, she spoke.

Her voice flickered into the atmosphere, crackling like thunder. Is this what ya thought tha end would look like? It was potent — echoing. The gold in her eyes glazed over, the haze of blue stealing life from behind her lenses as she turned back toward him.

She smiled, but she lost something behind it.

And she stood there, fur ruffled by the breeze. And in those moments, she would look far gentler than she ever had. For even Tiberii's hard edges could not compete with the harshness of the end of the world.

And it was there that Tiberii would wait for Shiloh — at the edge of the apocalypse.

And this was where she wanted to be. Looking at a starless sky. Gazing into an orb of hopelessness.

For it all seemed possible.

With him.

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Skill: 

She waited for him, her dark features illuminated by the blue light of a cracking earth. The azure decay glowed against her skin, yellow eyes glimmering green in the distorted, otherworldly light. There was a coldness that lingered against her skin, settling deep in her bones. Perhaps it was discomfort — perhaps it was fear.

She'd thought about her own death before, but none of those scenarios were quite like this.

In her dreams, her own death was often swift, brought about by her own mistakes. Her death was often deserved, crafted by her own disasters and swathed in her own misery. Her death was only ever hers, not in amass as it were now. Never, ever, would she wish death upon her family. Her friends.

Shiloh.

He appeared at her side, and he was fire against her skin as he drew himself into her. His presence was a familiar comfort, one that pulled her near without question. A soft exhalation pressed past her lips as her shoulder fell into his own, head leaning into his neck as he made himself a readily available crutch.

He would speak, his words booming, rumbling like the thunder.

Confident. Knowing.

She felt the way it fractured her.

This would be easy for him, wouldn't it?

Shiloh explained his own experience with death, and she could only fracture further, knowing how useless she was. Knowing how much death she'd experienced, and yet, had so little experience with it herself. And she would shrink, feeling herself grow smaller in his gaze.

Silence flickered.

It flashed. As bright as lightning.

I ... I've never ... she would start, quaking against his skin as she moved her head away from him and drew it nearer to her own bosom. I've never died before. The admission was a soft ache, a fear that blossomed from the deepest pits of her insecurities.

She knew it. The way that death impacted the living. She knew it deeply, for she felt it daily. Even with Shiloh returning, she still broke knowing the way she was without him. She had been destroyed by the loss of him. It had changed her. Violently. Unforgivingly.

Would her own absence leave such a gap? Or were they better off eaten by an angry world?

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Skill: 

Perhaps she was drawn to tragedy. Perhaps it was engraved into her very DNA, inscribed into the torturous scripture of her veins. She would fall into him, over and over again, as if she didn't learn her lesson. As if she couldn't learn her lesson.

She was enraptured by his words, and tortured by them, too.

And in the wake of the end of the world, she would finally turn to him. The heat of their fire would churn there, twisting beneath her golden gaze as she grew further in her frustrations. In her worries.  She wouldn't die. She never died. And that left her as the one who received the death of everything she ever loved.

It hurt.

And what if ... what if she ... wanted to die, too?
She'd never be afforded such a luxury.

But what about me? Her voice cracked, the edges of her lips twisting uncomfortably. As he lifted her muzzle, she'd relent, her gaze meeting his own but finding no pacification. Her gaze wavered, watery and unpredictable as the cracks of blue lightning illuminated them.

"Ye aren't alone." He would try to reassure her, but she wavered.

Shiloh, she would start, the word pained as she softly challenged his intention. His muzzle would draw near to hers, warmth awakening her and reminding her of what they shared ... of their love. For what else could it be, but love? With all the intensity and all of the challenge?

Why else would he do this to her?

"I'll be here, right beside ye."

And her eyes would harden, filling with the burn of tears. But what about when ya aren't? She'd check him, reminding him of her suffering when he'd been gone. Reminding him of her own hurt, regardless of the death that chased her.

Her body pressed into his own, needing to confirm that he was here. As if in confirming that, that perhaps he would continue to be there. It was a soft sort of violence that she challenged him with, her chest pressing against his own as her watery eyes dared him to leave. A frown met his smile. And she was but the shell that he had once left behind, on display for him to see.

Perhaps she knew that she couldn't have him forever.

But she might be able to have him right now.

As the sky exploded around them.

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