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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Wed Sep 23, 2015 9:39 am

"Anything my Kwanita wants!"  Kenai leaned forward to rub their noses together once more, his hands gentle as they came to wind around Wiley's waist for the last time.  The young native held the boy close against him, one hand moving to cup Wiley's chin.  He tilted the boy's head up to meet his lips in a sweet kiss, making it deeper than their normal chaste pecks. Pulling away, Kenai wore a deep dimpled smile. "That'll be our last kiss while im human." Their foreheads bumped. "Good thing it was perfect. But don't look so sad, okay? Kwanita and little bird are going to be kissing each other for the rest of their lives."  The young native's voice was soft and solemn with the promise. "Kenai swears it."  He pressed their palms together, his eyes flickering back as Denahi grunted that it was almost time for them to go. "Little bird loves you, Kwanita."  The boy echoed the words that stood carved into the willow tree behind them, and every tree around the property.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Wed Sep 23, 2015 8:08 pm

"Kwanita loves you too little bird." Wiley almost whispered the words, pressing a feather light kiss to the boy's lips. "Be safe, okay? And hurry back." He was hoping it would not take too long. He did not want to have to worry about the two boys for longer than he had to. "You too, crocodile." He glanced up at the older boy then, giving him a soft smile. "You be safe too."
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Wed Sep 23, 2015 8:26 pm

"Crocodile is always safe."  Denahi offered the boy a reassuring smile, reaching out to fondly tousle Wiley's blond curls.  "He will watch out for the little bird, too.  We will be home soon."  The older native winked before turning and heading off into the woods, Kenai following close behind him.  The younger boy turned though before reaching the woods lines.  He turned back, his brown eyes warm with love.  The sight of his Kwanita made him hesitant.  The boy looked so forlorn and lonely beside their tree...Kenai almost stayed.
Almost.
But it gave the young native the powerful feeling that he needed to protect his Kwanita.  He could only do that if he took the bite and grew stronger.  If he became a werewolf, he could assure himself that he would be able to take care of Wiley.  Kenai could already see their future together, what it would be like to watch Wiley grow and fall more and more in love with him.
Everyday there was something new.
Tomorrow there would be, too.
Kenai waved, his bright teeth flashing once more in a smile.
The birds sang.
He was gone.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Wed Sep 23, 2015 11:50 pm

Wiley never left his spot by the tree, finding himself chewing on his nails as he waited, getting more worried by the second. It was a habit he'd had when he was younger but thought he'd broken since getting to know Kenai. He was never anything but happy when he was with the boy. He waited twenty minutes, relaxing for a moment when he heard the birds but then it was just as bad as before.
Once more the birds sang. But it did nothing to calm his nerves the second time.
He was tempted to go after them, to go find his little bird and drag him back home.
Something was wrong.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Thu Sep 24, 2015 5:46 pm

A third song never came.  Instead several of the birds seemed to have suddenly and frantically dispersed from a spot further into the forest, near where the pack home was.  They flew into the willow, tweeting and staring down at Wiley with bead-like black eyes. 
Into the woods, under the darkening sky, Denahi and Kenai were alone.
They had met with the pack, as planned.  Kenai had been struck with fear at the sight of the alpha's fangs, had almost darted back down the path to home.
But the birds sang.  Wiley talking back to him.
His Kwanita.
Denahi had offered to take the bite first after that, so that Kenai would see that it didn't hurt.  
It had hurt. But not terribly. Just what he had expected four fangs to feel like. Afterwards his body had felt strange, jerky almost.  But twenty  after twenty minutes he wasn't dead or frothing at the mouth.  Instead he had grown a set of fangs himself, and his eyes had melted into a bright golden color.  His nails were replaced with claws, and his face had been contorted slightly.  He looked meaner, with more hair down his neck and across his cheeks.
He was okay though, even settling down to toy with his new senses while Kenai considered once more.
"Don't be a chicken shit."  Denahi had said, rolling his eyes at the way the younger native hesitated. "Just take it or go home, little bird."
"Im not a chicken shit." 
Kenai took the bite.
At first Denahi hadn't realized anything was wrong.  Kenai had stood up, rubbing his neck and chirping some complaint about the pain.  For ten minutes though all the boy did was stand there though, sort of leaning against a tree to wait for the effects to take.
Denahi had already grown fangs at that point.
"Little bird?" 
The older native approached the boy, head cocked to the side in concern.  The rest of the wolves were all shuffling nervously, glancing to their alpha as if they knew something he didn't.
When he touched Kenai's shoulder, the boy fell
"K-Kenai!"  Denahi managed to catch his brother before the young native was able to hit the dirt.  His skin was hot, feverishly hot, so fucking hot that Denahi almost hissed when he touched the boy. Panic was setting in then as he carefully turned Kenai over.  His brother was looking at him, his brown eyes bright and wide with alarm, like a deer caught in head lights. 
"Crocodile, I dont think I feel right."  He felt numb. It had spread from the bite, slowly crossing over his chest and abdomen.  Kenai had thought that maybe that was just what it was supposed to feel like.  He had leaned against the tree in wait, but then he was so weak...
He couldnt move.
And when Denahi touched him, finally he felt something other than  numbness.  It wasnt any better though.  It was burning pin-pricks, flaring from where his brothers hand landed and the place on his collar where he'd been bit.
When Denahi turned to question the pack, his fangs bared with desperation, he found them all gone.
Every last one of them.
They were alone.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Thu Sep 24, 2015 7:58 pm

Wiley had desperately been trying to push off his worried feelings. He was just being paranoid.
Kenai was fine. Denahi was fine.
He just had to wait.
But when the birds didn't sing for the third time, he knew it was real. Something was wrong.
He considered just running after them, knowing he could be there in mere minutes. But what could he do if the wolves had turned on them and Denahi and Kenai were in real trouble? He couldn't fight them off any better than Denahi could.
He knew Sitka and Shiloh would be mad but it didn't matter if they could help him get Denahi and Kenai. He found himself running back towards the house, bursting in the front door and up to Sitka's bedroom. He burst through that door as well, no longer surprised when he found the two lying together, Shiloh's face buried in the crook of Sitka's neck.
"Mr. Sitka, I really need you to come quick because I think crocodile and little bird are in big trouble and it might involve wolves so I can't go by myself." Wiley was panting softly as he raced over to the wall where some of the man's weapons hung, retrieving them and handing them to the two older boys. "We really have to hurry!"
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Thu Sep 24, 2015 8:57 pm

"What?"  Sitka was on his feet immediately, the weapon Wiley had handed him clutched nearly desperately against his chest. "Well where are they, song bird? Where?"  All the blood had drained from his face, leaving his tanned skin a nearly stark white. Werewolves.  He had to get to the boys, before anything happened and he lost them for good, just like he had lost their parents.
"Come."  He didn't wait to see if Shiloh was following.  He snatched Wiley up, curling the boy against his chest and bolting down the stairs. He needed directions, had to get there as quickly as possible.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Thu Sep 24, 2015 9:47 pm

Shiloh had only taken the time to grab a second gun before bolting down the stairs after the two most important boys in his life.
Wiley was trembling, his always present bright grin was gone, replaced by wide, fearful eyes, and a grimace as he gave Sitka directions to their location.
At one point, as they approached the clearing, he had hidden his face in the crook of Sitka's neck, a soft whimper passing his lips. Kenai was hurt. He knew it was Kenai, not Denahi. Because his chest hurt. He was in physical pain, almost unable to breathe.
"It's Kenai. He's hurt." He had known it was a bad idea. He should have stopped them.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Thu Sep 24, 2015 10:47 pm

"Shhh, hush little song bird. All will be well."  Sitka swallowed thickly, his hand coming to curl Wiley tighter against him.  His heart was beating so hard that it hurt, his lungs feeling as though they were taking a beating as he stumbled through the forest.  Sitka hardly ever tripped, but he was frantic now.  It took all he had to reassure Wiley.  He wanted someone to reassure him.
What would he do if the boy was right?  If Kenai was hurt?
The oldest native didn't think he could bare it. 
Thats why that once they made it into the clearing to see Denahi slumped over the prone form of Kenai, Sitka completely lost the will to so much as stand.  The young hunter hit his knees, mouth opening as if to speak but nothing would come out.
Kenai wasn't moving.  The boy was curled onto his side, his head resting against Denahi's lap as the older boy continuously caressed his back.  Near the bite, veins had began to darken, running black and following further and further down.
"Sitka!"  Denahi had tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he looked back and noticing his brother.  He wasnt afraid of being in trouble, he just wanted Sitka to do something, anything.
 "Sitka! Its Kenai! H-He took the bite and something is wrong!" The desperation in the boys voice had Kenai's eyes fluttering open. 
The only thing he saw was Wiley.
"Kwanita?"
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Thu Sep 24, 2015 11:51 pm

Wiley had scrambled out of Sitka's arms as soon as he got sight of Kenai on the ground.
"L-little bird!" He stammered out as he ran to the boy's side, kneeling so he could hold him in his arms, pressing him close to his chest. "What's happening? Sitka?" He glanced back at the man with wide eyes, his entire body trembling, shaking Kenai lightly as he held him. "He's gonna be okay, right?"
Something in his stomach was telling him otherwise but he couldn't think about that just yet. Kenai was going to be okay, he had to be.
They were married. Kenai had promised he would never leave him.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Fri Sep 25, 2015 3:54 pm

"Little bird is okay, Kwanita!"  Kenai was reaching for the boys hands, unable to handle the way Wiley's eyes were storming.  They were so wide and bright with fear, blue tides churning with panic. It was so beautiful.
But it  had Kenai's chest constricting with guilt. His Kwanita's eyes were not meant to look that way, so dark and rolling.  Wiley's eyes were a treasure.  They were a clear beach on the first day of summer. They were the sky when the sun is shining but still, its raining some how. It was because of him that anything had changed.
"Kwanita, little bird just feels sick right now. It's not that bad, so don't be scared. Little bird isnt scared."
He never lied to Wiley.
But this time, he did.
Kenai was terrified.  His body had felt  as though it were burning, the creeping black vein's bringing with them pin-prick aches and spasms. The young native was able to ignore it though, focusing on the feeling of how warm Wiley's chest was.  He hated how the boys hands were shaking so he reached for them, his fingertips cold as they brought the boys hands to his lips.  "Little bird already feels better with you here." This was not a lie.  Now that he had Wiley, Kenai couldnt even begin to worry about this being serious.  It was impossible.  He had this adorable husband who he loved more than words could express. There was no way anything bad could happen to them now, not when they were just starting their lives together. 
Sitka was still staring at them, his chest heaving violently as he searched for something he could do, anything.  It was obvious that they had both been bitten, but while Denahi was shifted and lively, Kenai seemed to be losing himself.  The bite had rejected him.
His body wouldnt take it.
What was he supposed to do?  He had never seen anyone die in such a way, but his parents had told him stories, promised that if he was a good man he would never make anyone suffer through that.
"He's going to be fine, song bird."  The oldest native finally croaked, pushing himself up so that he could stumble closer to the form of the three boys, his babies. "He's just a little sick right now."  Sitka couldn't bare to tell them the truth.  He didn't want to scare his little brother.
Kenai didn't deserve this.
"See there? Little bird is going to be fine."  Kenai pressed his face against the crook of Wiley's neck, his body relaxing slightly at Sitka's words.  He knew that his big brother was a hero.  If Sitka said he would be fine then he would be fine. "Told you so." The young native held Wiley's hands against his chest, where they could feel his beating heart.  "Me and Kwanita will be together forever, see? My hearts beating just for you, always."  There was a paused, Kenai's lips quirking into a sly smile. "But since little bird is sick, you could tell him about his birthday surprise to make him feel better." 
"Thats dirty, little bird."  Denahi seemed to have calmed too at Sitka's words, settling back down and simply resting his hand against Kenai's leg. He had to be touching the boy.
"Little bird doesnt always play clean.  Crocodile taught me that."  Kenai was giving a tired laugh, his large brown eyes peering up at Wiley. "So, how about my surprise Kwanita?"
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Fri Sep 25, 2015 5:11 pm

Denahi and Kenai both seemed calmer now, as if they just trusted Sitka's words immediately. But Wiley wasn't so sure. He simply had that feeling of dread still lingering over him. Something was wrong with Kenai, and it was more than just a little sickness.
Shiloh had moved to simply stand beside Sitka, his hand resting on the man's shoulder, gently massaging there. He too knew what was happening but if Sitka did not want to break it to the boys just yet, neither did he. He always let Sitka lead. He simply followed what the man wanted to do.
"I guess I can tell you about your surprise." Wiley sighed softly, trying to relax. Maybe Sitka was right, maybe Kenai would be okay. "It's a betrothal necklace... it's not all finished yet. Bears claw was teaching me how to make it for you." He murmured softly, fingers gently carding through the boy's hair. "I can't wait for you to see it."
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Fri Sep 25, 2015 5:41 pm

"A betrothal necklace?  For me?" A smile crested Kenai's face, his smile radiant enough to rival even the sun.  "Oh wow, Kwanita! Little bird can't wait to wear it! It's going to be the best birthday present ever."  He was hoping that maybe he could even convince Wiley into giving it to him early, possibly even when they got home. "I'll never take it off."  The young native promised, his fingers tightening around Wiley's hand as he pressed close to lay kisses across the Wiley's collar bone. "Little bird is so blessed that god is so gracious."  The boy curled tighter against Wiley, grateful to have the boy with him now.  His body hurt.  It was a weird pain, slow and gradual, and after it passed he was simply left feeling numb all over.
He was scared of what might happen when it crossed his heart.
What if he was more than sick?  What if...
What if he died there in Wiley's arms?
Oh god, no.
"Hey, you know that little bird loves you more than words can say? The wind talks about it, and the birds sing of it.  And all the tree's say so."  Kenai swallowed the lump in his throat, hanging onto Sitka's words.
He was gone to be fine.  He was just a little sick.
He would go home tonight, and snuggle with his Kwanita.  He might even get his necklace tonight.
If not, in only twenty two days it would be his birthday. He would be fourteen and Sitka would be getting ready to start him on hunting. 
Kenai looked forward to the time he would get to spend with his brother, and his new life as Wiley's husband.
This, and this, and this.
He had so much to do still.  He wasn't dying. 
This couldn't be what dying was like.
He was only thirteen.
And Wiley was there.  He could live on Wiley's love alone.
He was going to be fine
Sitka was forced to turn away.  He couldn't allow the boys to see the anguish in his face, the dread glinting in his eyes. 
He already knew that his baby brother would never make it home, and it had the older native breathless to think of it.  Kenai would never get to wear that necklace he was so excited about.
He'd never make it home.
Sitka hand to bite down on his knuckle to keep himself composed, to keep from screaming. He couldn't lose it here, not now when everyone was looking at him to have all the answers.
Not when Kenai was depending on him.
He'd already failed the boy by allowing this to happen, by not watching them better.  He had been inside snuggled up with Shiloh while his little brother was taking the bite from a werewolf. 
It took all Sitka had not to lose himself.
What was he supposed to do?
Let Kenai suffer?
He didn't know.  He didn't know and he wished that it could be him instead.  That way he wouldnt have to feel like this.
That way, his babies wouldnt have to feel like this.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Fri Sep 25, 2015 6:12 pm

"Of course I know that, Kenai." Wiley used the boy's real name, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. He didn't like how nervous the boy sounded. He was trying not to panic but it was becoming more difficult with each passing second. "I love you too, okay? I love you more than anything in this whole world. I already knew we were soulmates but you wanna know how I'm really sure now?" He paused for a moment, rocking the boy in his arms, before continuing. "Because now that you're hurting, I'm hurting too. That's how I knew to get bears claw and come down here. My heart hurts when you're hurt." He spoke softly, leaning in to gently capture the boy's lips. "I hope you feel better soon..."
He had seen Sitka turn around though. The man was upset.
Everything wasn't okay.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Fri Sep 25, 2015 8:35 pm

"Oh no, Kwanita."  Kenai's chilled fingertips caressed across the boys face gently. "Little bird doesnt want you to be hurting because of him."  He couldn't stand the thought of it, being the reason for Wiley's pain.  And what if this was serious and something did happen to him?  What if Wiley was left hurting all because of him?  "Kenai and Wiley will always be soul mates, but little bird never wants his Kwanita to be hurt because of him.  Promise you'll try not to hurt? Swear it?"  The young native pressed their palms together. "Little bird knows there might not be a lot you can do, but if there is anything try, okay? It kills Kenai to think of his Kwanita is in pain."  He leaned up into their kiss, his body relaxing slightly with the way Wiley rocked him.  Small things like that...Kenai had always loved them.  His Kwanita's eyes and his smile, the way his fingers curled and the sound of his laugh, the way he was always racing and how they cuddled.  So many things he loved, he never wanted to lose.
Wiley was so precious.
Sitka had his face hidden in the dark palms of his hands.  He knew what needed to be done at this point.  He could hear the way Kenai's breathing continued to become more and more labored, as though he were in pain and doing is best to ward it off.
His baby brother.
And then Wiley, the boy sounded so frantic and terrified, talking about how he was in pain because Kenai was hurting. 
Their little love birds. 
How was he supposed to separate them? And did he really want to do that in the first place? He couldn't possibly kill his baby brother, not even to be merciful.  He had been the first person to ever hold the boy. After their mother passed with the birth and their father became depressed, it was Sitka who had nursed and coddled Kenai. He had been there for the time when Kenai broke his arm falling from the willow tree, and he had been there for the times when he scarred his legs in the black berry groves.
Sitka had been there when Kenai proclaimed he was in love.  The boy had come to him, told him all about it and how precious it was, how they had kissed and how it had sparked.
And then Wiley.  His little helper.  The boy had become just like one of his baby brothers.  Wiley liked to learn how to cook, always by his side in the kitchen.  The boy enjoyed their gentle conversations, and Sitka loved to teach him things.
They were both so dear to him, and only ever complete when together.
He could do nothing to save Kenai. That was the hard truth he was struggling to face. 
But maybe....Maybe he could save Wiley. The boy would never recover if Kenai died in his arms, took his last breath while curled in agony against Wiley's chest.
There was only one thing he could do for him now, his sweet boys.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Fri Sep 25, 2015 9:20 pm

"I swear I'll try but it's... it's really hard, little bird." Wiley whimpered softly. It was so unlike him. He could never stop smiling and bouncing around, always breathless and grinning at everyone. "I'll try though for you. You gotta get better, okay?" He didn't know what he would do if Kenai left him.
Kenai was his life. Most people would think they were only kids, there love was not real, but it was. Kenai was his first thought in the morning and the last before he fell asleep at night and a good majority of the thoughts in between.
The thought of living without the boy was hard to comprehend. They'd only known each other for a few years but he couldn't remember how life had been before they'd met. Kenai had made him a better person. It was like they were the same person, really. Two parts of the same soul. How was he supposed to go on if he lost his other half?
"Sitka?" He called out then, worried that the older boy wasn't looking at them. He trusted Sitka completely, Sitka was just as much of an older brother to him as Shiloh was. Sitka was almost like a father figure since his own had passed. "Sitka he doesn't look so good..."
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Sat Sep 26, 2015 12:59 am

"We need to take him home."  Sitka's words were heavy, and the older native seemed to be dragging around.  He wasn't ready for this, what he knew had to be done.  But Wiley was right, Kenai wasn't looking good. It wouldn't be long before the darkness creeping through his veins began to hurt him.  And then what?  Kenai was going to figure it out.  He would know that his life was ending, and then he'd have time to fear it.  Sitka didn't want that.  If he could avoid it...If he could make it easier on his baby brother and his little song bird.
He would.
"Come, give little bird to Sitka." The oldest native finally turned to them, his dark eyes like all consuming black stars.  He tried to smile, but it only came out as a grimace.  He felt more like it was his own death he was face, and in a way it was.  He would never be at peace again if he did this, he already knew.  But who else would do it? No one, and his baby brother would suffer.
Wiley would suffer.
Sitka would not allow that.
Carefully he came to sit beside Wiley, opening his arms to take Kenai away from the boy. The younger native didn't want to be moved though.  Kenai clung onto Wiley, his brown eyes flickering about in something akin to panic as Sitka spoke of them letting go. He loved Sitka, and he knew he would be safe with his brother, but for some reason he didn't want to get away from his Kwanita.  He just...He had a feeling that he needed to stay close with Wiley.  He wasn't sure what was happening too him.  But if it was bad....If he was dying....
He wanted the last thing he felt to be Wiley's lips. 
"Can't Kwanita carry me?"
Sitka inhaled sharply at the question, his guts aching at the desperation in Kenai's voice.  Maybe the boy knew more than he had let on.
"No, little bird.  Sitka is faster.  Come now."
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Sat Sep 26, 2015 1:22 am

"Are you sure, Sitka?" Wiley was still trembling, beginning to realize nothing was going to be okay ever again. He didn't want to admit it to himself but he knew Kenai was not going to be okay. "I love you, little bird. But I trust bears claw to take care of you."
Sitka could fix him.
He trusted the older man.
He leaned in then, giving Kenai one last sweet kiss before reluctantly extending his body towards the older Native.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Sat Sep 26, 2015 7:26 pm

"Little bird loves Kwanita more."  Kenai's fingers were still latched tightly onto Wiley's, even as Sitka gathered the boy against his chest.  
"H-Hey, Sitka? Are you okay?'  The smaller native had just noticed the way his brother was trembling, how Sitka's chest was heaving as though he was struggling to breathe. The older boy caught his gaze,  coal eyes glimmering with dread.
It was then that Kenai knew for sure, he might not make it.
"Sitka?" The boys voice was edging on panic, his eyes darting over to Wiley in desperation. 
"You know Sitka loves you, don't you Kenai?"  The man's voice wavered, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he realized how far the darkness had climbed in his brothers veins.  Kenai wan't complaining much of pain.  It was a slow death, eventually the boy would feel lifeless and numb, but it wouldnt actually be. He would have time to going into hysteria and fear, know of all the things he would never experience.
Know that he was leaving his Kwanita to live out his life alone.
And the wedding the boy had spoke of, made Sitka promise he'd help with.  Said that he knew that he would marry Wiley when he grew up. Had an entire future planed out for them.
And Wiley...The boy would be forced to watch as Kenai passed, helpless and terrified.
Sitka couldn't let that happen. 
Before he knew it, his hold Kenai was tightening.  He couldn't stop himself though.  If he had to do this, he had to do it quick or else he would lose his nerve. No matter how many lessons he had learned on the mercies of being a hunter, nothing could have prepared him for this.
Kenai jerked against him.
"Sitka! You're hurting me! K-Kwanita!"
But then there was a blood curdling crack, sickening enough to have even Denahi feeling violently ill. Kenai had immediately gone limp in Sitka's arms, his fingers clenching desperately against Wiley's before finally loosening completely.
Denahi could hear it.
The soft thumping of Kenai's heart as it came to a stop.
But Sitka felt it. Right against his chest where the boy was smothered. He'd been there to hold Kenai for the boys first breath, and now he was there for the last, his baby brother cradled delicately in his arms.  
"Im sorry, Kenai."  Sitka's head dropped forward, his cheek resting against the crown of the younger native's head. "Sitka couldn't save you."
Denahi was barreling into him then, shoving and snapping his jaws.
"What have you done! D-Did you? Y-You killed Kenai!?"  The werewolf's golden eyes were bright with despair.  "How could you do that, Sitka?!" Denahi shove again, prompting his brother to reach out and strike him once across the face, but it was hard enough to knock the young wolf off his feet completely.
"You did this, Denahi. You lead him out here to his death! He was dying when Sitka got here! Because of you!" The oldest native still had Kenai cradled against him, his soul feeling as though it were leaving his body as he realized how real this was. Kenai wasn't moving, or breathing. He was just gone, his brown eyes still open wide but now they were faded and glazed, unseeing. And it was obvious with the way his head lolled that his neck was broken.
His baby brother.
Dead at thirteen.
Twenty two days before his fourteenth birthday.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Sat Sep 26, 2015 7:44 pm

Wiley was left to watch, his eyes wide with terror as Sitka snapped the neck of his little bird as easily as if it were a toothpick.
He could hear someone screaming and sobbing as he watched Kenai slump into Sitka's chest, his eyes wide and dead.
It wasn’t until a moment later that he realized the screaming was coming from him.
And then he couldn’t stop it, tears streaming hot down his cheeks as he tried to take Kenai into his arms, shaking him rather violently as if it was merely a prank and Kenai would wake up any second.
“This isn’t funny!” He cried at the top of his lungs, not realizing how roughly he was shaking his little bird’s dead body until Shiloh had taken him around the waist, pulling him back. “Bird, stop! Wake up!” He sobbed, kicking and squirming helplessly in his brother’s grip, fighting to get to Kenai. "Sitka!"
“Sweetheart, he’s gone.” Shiloh spoke gently in his ear but it only made him angrier. Kenai was not gone. He couldn’t be.
Kenai wouldn’t leave him.
“Just let me get to him!” He pleaded. “I can make him wake up!”
“Baby, he’s not gonna wake up.” Shiloh sighed heavily, though he did set his younger brother down on his feet. The boy needed closure.
Wiley stumbled in his hurry to get back to Kenai’s side.
“Kwanita will give you kisses if you wake up.” His voice was desperate, pleading as he shook Kenai.
But when Kenai didn’t budge he knew it had to be real. His little bird would never turn down kisses from him just to play a joke, especially not when he was crying.
Kenai was gone.
Wiley doubled over on the forest floor, his gut wrenching sobs the only thing to be heard in the small clearing they were in.
Finally, he looked up at the other men with him, tears still in his eyes as his gaze locked on Denahi. At first he had wanted to be mad at Sitka for killing the boy. But it wasn't Sitka's fault. Kenai was dying already. Wiley had known he was dying ever since the birds hadn't sung. He should have been prepared. He should have said goodbye.
“You said they wouldn’t hurt us!” He exclaimed, a trembling finger coming up to point at the older Native boy. “You lied! YOU LIED!” And then suddenly before he could stop himself he had gotten a large rock from the ground beside him and was barreling towards the new wolf, crying all the way. He was about to tackle the man when Shiloh had grabbed him again so he could only throw the rock as hard as he could. It hit the man in the gut like he had wanted, but it did nothing to soothe his pain. “You lied!” He kept repeating the phrase over and over again, sobbing pitifully as he tried to get to his now dead boyfriend's brother. “We trusted you and you lied! He trusted you!”
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Sat Sep 26, 2015 10:38 pm

"K-Kwanita." Denahi stammered out, his hands flying to his chest instead of his stomach.  He had hardly felt the impact of the rock, that wasnt what brought the young wolf to his knees.  It was the boys words, his accusing finger and they way Wiley looked at him, wailing and screaming and devastated
It was his fault.
All his fault.  
They had all trusted him.  
Kenai had trusted him.
And he'd let everyone of them down.  Kenai's dead eyes seemed to be glaring at him now, as though promising him that his little bird blamed him, too.
"Y-You know I didn't mean for this! I love you guys! I-"  He didn't get to finish.  Sitka was the one throwing rocks now, this one scraping against Denahi's temple.
"Get out of here before Sitka kills you! Sitka has no mercy for murderers!"  
Denahi could only flinch, his eyes wide and frantic. This couldn't be happening.  "What do you mean? I-I can't leave! Sitka!" He was begging now, his golden eyes flicking over to Wiley once more.  It only doubled him over.  He had done this to the boy, his Kwanita.
And Kenai.
Oh, god.
He was a murderer.
"Go now Denahi!" The older native had gone for his weapon, turning and pointing his rifle directly at his brother, making sure the scope was settled in between the boys eyes. "Or Sitka promises, he will not miss." 
Denahi hesitated, desperately looking back to Wiley and Shiloh as though they would save him.
But then he realized, they didnt want to.
He was a monster.
He'd gotten their little bird killed.
And Sitka's finger was beginning to bare down on the trigger.
Denahi had no choice but to run, stumbling backwards into the forest and disappearing completely, his golden eyes shimmering with grief.
Everything.
He'd lost everything.
But not as much as Kenai.
His baby brother had lost his life. He would never have that official wedding ceremony he spoke so excitedly about. The boy would never get his birthday cake, hand made by Wiley under Sitka's watchful eye and he'd never wear his betrothal necklace.
Denahi would never be the favorite uncle to his and Wiley's children.
The young wolf ran until he couldn't run any longer, finding himself at the jagged rocks of their swamp. It was there that he dropped to his knees, and for the first time in his life, considered what it would be like to die.
He deserved it.  Kenai had experienced it.
It would only be right.
But instead the young wolf wept.  He cried and got sick, and then he wailed some more.
Sitka had dropped his gun when his brother disappeared, his fingers trembling as he crouched down beside Kenai.  Carefully, as though the boy were an infant instead of some dead thing, the older native drug his hand down the boys face and closed his eyes.
And then he was searching for Wiley, yanking the boy against his chest and pressing him close.  He was afraid of the back lash, but he couldnt help himself. His baby brother was gone. His crocodile had to go. 
Wiley was all he had left.
"Sitka is so sorry, song bird."
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Sat Sep 26, 2015 11:24 pm

"Y-you didn't let me say goodbye." Wiley whimpered softly as he merely rested against the older boy's chest. "You should have let me say goodbye." He choked out, a hand coming to wipe at his eyes which were still full of tears.
If he had known for sure it was their last kiss he would have made it better. He would have told the boy everything he meant to him and how it would be okay that they couldn't have their real wedding, he'd never love anyone else.
There were so many things he should have told the boy.
And now he was gone.
"Are you sure he's not gonna wake up?" He spoke quietly, blue eyes swimming with tears as he looked up at Sitka.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Sun Sep 27, 2015 9:42 pm

"Sitka is sorry, song bird.  But our Kenai is with the stars now."  The older native whimpered softly, unable to keep the quiver out of his words.  He wanted to comfort Wiley, knew it was all Kenai would have asked of him.  But it was so hard.  He himself wanted to collapse on the spot, find some way to convince himself that it wasn't real.  Sitka couldn't fathom life without his little bird.  The boy was always finding new ways to amaze him, and Sitka had been so proud watching him grow.  The boy had been excited for high school, talking excitedly about having classes with Wiley and being able to take the boy out for lunch when he finally got his license at fifteen.
Fifteen.
His baby brother would never even make it to fourteen.
"Kenai would not have wanted you to say goodbye to him.  Little bird would have never willingly said goodbye to his Kwanita." The boy would have fought it.  He would have panicked immediately at the knowing that he would be leaving Wiley alone for the rest of his life. The boy would have withered under the knowledge that his Kwanita would grow up and marry someone else, have a life and babies and new memories and jokes without him.
His little brother would never know peace.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:22 pm

Wiley could only whine then, doubling over and putting his head in his hands.
Shiloh had by now moved over to take both of them into his arms, dragging Kenai with as Sitka still held him. Shiloh himself seemed to be rather devoid of emotions these days, but even he felt Kenai's loss. The boy had brought laughter and happiness everywhere he went. Not a soul could have disliked him. And of course, Kenai had made Sitka and Wiley happy and they were the two most important things in his life, his pride and joy.
His lips found Sitka's temple then as he pressed Wiley into him, letting the boy cry into his chest.
"It's gonna be alright." He spoke to both of them, although the words were more for Sitka. Shiloh was already planning for the many nights ahead while Sitka struggled through the aftermath of killing his own brother. Shiloh was ready to hold the man when he awoke from his nightmares, just as Sitka still did for him.
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PostSubject: Re: Of Little birds and Gods Grace   Sun Sep 27, 2015 11:38 pm

"It will not."  Sitka spoke with finality, his words sharp despite being heavy with grief.  "Nothing will be alright. Sitka has failed." Both of his brothers were gone.  His little bird was no longer living, doomed to miss out on everything life had to offer a person as precious as Kenai.  And Denahi was a monster now, a werewolf, and he had gotten their little bird killed. 
But if Sitka had been watching them....He could have prevented this.  He could have stopped it before it ever got this far.
He didn't.
And now they would all suffer. 
The native pressed Kenai's limp body closer, as though trying to radiate warmth into the rapidly cooling form. He couldn't bare to imagine Kenai as cold.
It was worse to think that it didn't matter anymore.
Kenai was dead.
Sitka's shoulders slumped at the truth of it, a terrible and nearly inhuman sound tearing his way from his throat. His fingers found their way to his dark waterfall of hair, curling and yanking mercilessly  in his frustration. The long strands fell down onto Kenai's face, only doing more to enrage the older native.
He wanted his brother to get up.  He wanted Kenai to smile and promise him nothing like this could ever happen.  He wanted to see the boy picking Wiley up and wiping his tears.
Nothing was right anymore. 
Not when Kenai was so still.
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