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09-11-2015, 10:14 AM
He hated himself for begging, for pleading to her. It made him feel weak, it made him feel as though he were still a slave and deep down he knew; part of him still was. Because he could remember so clearly the chains that had bound him. Because he could hear them clank when he walked just as he could hear the drums of war echoing in the back of his brain. And he could still see his brothers in arms, marching by his side, ready to die for victory.
His physical form was free but his mental state had not yet caught up. The commands of his former master had been so deeply ingrained into who he was, what he was— it was almost impossible to be anything other than the weapon he had been forged to be.
His dark head did not rise to look at her as she spoke, though his ears flickered toward the sound of her voice, eyes only daring to look upon her only when he felt as though he might have been forgiven for having ‘disobeyed’. She was “Fine...”, or at least so she claimed to be and really what more mattered than that? He sympathized with her over the heat, though she would get used to it with time, as he had. In the meantime, he thought to himself, they could loathe the crocodile together. He mumbled a rough, “Welcome,” in response to her thanks, directed toward the crystallized ground rather than her ears.
Finally, when faced with a question, he looked up. A troubled frown graced his brow as he pondered the query at hand. Did he have anything better to do? He could have continued to chased the crocodile across the salt pan for an eternity, but that didn’t exactly qualify as something ‘better’ to do. “No?” Came his answer. Then came further prying from the Oasis Goddess, enquiries fired so quickly from her tongue he barely had time to fathom responses. Was it his job to look out for and assist Goddesses whom fell from the Heavens? Is that what she meant? “Uhh… No?—” He hadn’t taken it up as a job, per say, more so a quest, a chivalrous duty he had bestowed upon himself, “—Sort of?”
The third question was even harder to answer. Before he had come to the conclusion that he had been sent to Purgatory he had not intended to live in the desolate waste. Yet the True Gods had had other ideas, obviously. “Well not…exactly…” He must have looked like a complete idiot (again), but really couldn’t she have asked something a little simpler?
“Do you?” He pried, hoping to squeeze his own questions in between hers, “Live here, I mean?”
He prepared himself for the onslaught of more ridiculous, unanswerable questions, which he believed he would soon be subject to; when she squawked suddenly in alarm. The immortal felt his body tense, feathers puffing as his wings spread open, crystal blue eyes instantly redirected from his angelic Goddess to the crocodile. His glare was returned by a large ruby red eye, never blinking, staring straight back into his soul. And the immortal found himself trapped, like a deer in the headlights, unaware of time passing until the fair maiden spoke again, was his foot stuck too?
He had never felt so shocked in his life, because yes, yes the glass was creeping up his front left leg and encasing his hoof beneath the surface of Purgatory. Fury overwhelmed him and he threw his gaze back and forth from the Goddess to the reptile— that loathsome, wretched reptile! “Fuc—” It wasn’t polite to curse in front of a Goddess.
He couldn’t let her know how frightened he was, he was supposed to be saving her from the wasteland! Furiously he began to stomp, raising his free, creamy hoof up and slamming it down beside the sinking one. “Break the glass! Break it and fly— run!” He continued to slam his hoof down, attempting to crack the surface whilst pulling backward, straining every muscle in his leg in an attempt to free himself. He cast her a quick look, adrenaline pumping through his veins, a look that he hoped said everything he could not; he would not let her die today.
boy
sick and full of pride
all we do is drive
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@Ultima I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, SOBS!!! muffled screaming about big birb bbies
