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Without a light I fear that I will stumble in the dark A commotion of feathers and flame startled him, tossing his body in the opposite direction of the figure that had landed. Tightened chest, arched neck and ears slick against it, helped little to make him look bigger, more threatening. Perhaps nerves had gotten the better of him after all. He looked at the feathery stallion for a few solid seconds; he could never get quite used to the presence of wings upon an equines back, before he realized the stallions identity. He was some leader of a foreign herd he had heard little about, except for the order to test their defenses. Talion snorted heavily, ears slowly shifting their focus towards him. Why you here?, his voice stentorian and orotund, making Talion’s head squeak in dissatisfaction. He did not answer right away, just stared at Gaucho (though he did not know his name as of yet) distantly as he spread his wings in what seemed like a bravado of dominance. Talion was in a sorry state, the gaping wounds dry and cracked as his veins had retracted to minimize the blood loss. He had no wish to quarrel with the brute, it would only mean a faster end to him, but was reluctant to delay and discuss the events and politics of what had transpired. What did it matter to him anyway? He had not been there when the rest of the Falls had needed him the most. The light glimmered temptingly in the distance and for a second his gaze flickered between them both. “We were outnumbered, the Falls has fallen.” He answered bluntly. “.. and I am leaving.” Leaving the Falls, leaving this wretched world. The words turned into an announcement as he gave Gaucho a last look, muscles aching as he began to move slowly towards the Heart. He was so close, damn if he was not to be granted his last few days in privacy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Word count: 321 |
