Post by MoonSong/Ezrah on Jan 3, 2019 1:34:47 GMT -5
To think one would be safe within the confines of their own home. Being guarded by those you have given life, and have given purpose. Now here I lie in a river of purple that flows from the gushing wound in my chest.
The perpetrator cowards at the edge of the pooling fluids. His frame trembled with his long tail tightly tucked between his legs as blown wide orange eyes stared horrified by what laid before him. What he has done.
The victim’s normally glowing elegant fur is stained and clumped together by his own blood as he struggles to push himself up so that he was no longer lying on his side, and glare daggers at his attacker. And suddenly...his heart aches, but not from the enormous pike that struck through it. No. He knew this one. Raised this one. Loved this one.
“You… I curse you, Hyeana!! I curse your unborn litter! Because of your crime….the price are your children!!” The chimera’s voice bellows, and chokes as blood gurgles up his throat. The slick of the floor slides his foreleg out from under himself, and he falls with a schlop. “You will not... be able to... repent... for your…..sin.” His voice fell from fury to hurt.
I curse your children. They will never find peace. Born to fight and born to die. They will become vessels for that which they try to control. Become mindless entities that will turn and hunt each other. Kill each other. Until one is left and he will fall to the foul crooked Queen in the East. She who brings decay...and death.
Although his mouth did not move as his body laid nearly lifeless, the message was heard loud and clear in the room. There was a bang somewhere to the side which snaps the attacker out of his frozen trance. He turns with a cry and takes off down the halls as if his paws were on fire. “HELP! SEND HELP! THE KING HAS BEEN MURDERED!!” the lying murders shaky voice echoes through empty corridors. Then more accompany his.
The king was dead.
The perpetrator cowards at the edge of the pooling fluids. His frame trembled with his long tail tightly tucked between his legs as blown wide orange eyes stared horrified by what laid before him. What he has done.
The victim’s normally glowing elegant fur is stained and clumped together by his own blood as he struggles to push himself up so that he was no longer lying on his side, and glare daggers at his attacker. And suddenly...his heart aches, but not from the enormous pike that struck through it. No. He knew this one. Raised this one. Loved this one.
“You… I curse you, Hyeana!! I curse your unborn litter! Because of your crime….the price are your children!!” The chimera’s voice bellows, and chokes as blood gurgles up his throat. The slick of the floor slides his foreleg out from under himself, and he falls with a schlop. “You will not... be able to... repent... for your…..sin.” His voice fell from fury to hurt.
I curse your children. They will never find peace. Born to fight and born to die. They will become vessels for that which they try to control. Become mindless entities that will turn and hunt each other. Kill each other. Until one is left and he will fall to the foul crooked Queen in the East. She who brings decay...and death.
Although his mouth did not move as his body laid nearly lifeless, the message was heard loud and clear in the room. There was a bang somewhere to the side which snaps the attacker out of his frozen trance. He turns with a cry and takes off down the halls as if his paws were on fire. “HELP! SEND HELP! THE KING HAS BEEN MURDERED!!” the lying murders shaky voice echoes through empty corridors. Then more accompany his.
The king was dead.
