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09-07-2015, 07:15 PM
the aurelight
I don't deserve you, he thought woundedly, a beast hiding away from the light of salvation as it clung to the scraps of darkness it exuded naturally from its soul. I've led you into darkness, I am a false light that calls to your souls. Why do you come for me? He watched them come, heard their approach roaring in his ears like their waterfalls, the only sound to pervade the dull buzzing that everything else had become as his body succumbed to shock. His heart ached with a ferocity that the physical pain could not hope to overcome. Why do you come when I call? Resplendence stumbled forth first, eyes sweeping over him and going wide, and for a moment he was actually ashamed that he had garnered such an injury. As if he could have prevented it somehow, so as not to put her in this position. He was locked inside his own head, watching everything through a murky glass, and his heart shuddered with agony.
He wants to answer her. He wants to answer her so badly, but his tongue is thick and frozen in his mouth and his muscles are seizing periodically as his body tries to handle this new level of pain. Words don't come, no matter how hard his throat works, and he feels like his brain is full of cottonwood puffs. A blanket of numbness in his mind to counteract the fire that has leeched everything from his shoulder. He wants so badly to answer her, to explain, but he instead stares at her with pinched eyes and flared nostrils. Pain management, he thinks dully. Every thought is dull, truly.
The undergrowth rustles, earth shaking with the approach of his brother, and he manages to listlessly turn his eyes to see Loretta's familiar form come shooting out of the greenery. Kaj's knees feel weak, to see them crease the earth to reach him in his moment of need. What have I done to deserve you, he screams inside his head because his tongue will not work. But as they approach, he recalls the boils on his skin, and jerks his chin in a negative sway. "Boils," he manages to say around thick tongue that chokes him. But he must say it, must keep them from him, and his protectiveness and love seems to be the only force strong enough to overcome his system shutdown. They're apparent on his skin, but he hopes that they understand when he says the word that they're infections. The problem is, his leg has to be snapped back together somehow, and he doesn't know if he has the strength to do it on his own.
His eyes roll in his head, and everything is swaying but he tries his best to focus on Archibald. "Time God...killed another realm's God," he manages to spit, leaning heavily against the tree beside him. His injured wing hangs limp, trailing golden feathers in the grass like teardrops. "There were foals," he explains, and his heart swells until his brain reacts in turn, and he slumps farther against the tree as his legs shake with the effort of holding himself up. His left shoulder is both deadened and raging with fire that is creeping alongside his neck now. The splint the girls had put on him and the clotting herbs have worn off, and blood is seeping heavily past the paste. His head feels thin, if that is even an accurate adjective. "Stallion, from the other realm. Armored, but...melded in his body," he huffs, and his breaths are becoming ragged. "Went after Myrrine. I didn't see him, I'm sorry," and he feels his failure so profoundly. How can Archibald stand to gaze upon him after such a foolish mistake? Myrrine had not been his disciple for seasons, she having fled when they invaded the Falls. But she was still his in many other ways, part of his errant flock.
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