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SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Conclusion)

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The sharp edges of his horn meet their mark. It sinks into the tigress’s open flesh, ripping and tearing, exposing organs.

But he pays it no mind. He is watching the field, ensuring Nyx continues to stay out the fray. And Rexanna— where was that blasted woman? He pulls his horn from the living flesh, blood spiraling down its thick length as he takes his gaze from the feline goddess to scan the field—

CRACK.

He couldn’t breathe. He was pinned beneath the mighty paw of the tiger, his gargantuan form seemingly small beneath the giant claws. Agony ripped through his chest as the broken rib collapses against his lungs beneath the crushing weight of the paw. It forces an abrupt bellow from his chest, four streaks of blood erupting from his thick hide, stretching from his shoulder to mid-barrel.

The goddess releases him, attacked by another Helovian, and blessed breath rushes into his lungs. Gasping, he scrambles to his hooves, thick columns of legs barely avoiding the burning tar rampant on the field. When he finally regains his legs, the goddess has fallen. Her death is anticlimactic and resolute— drowning in the very water she governed so cruelly.

Cold, hard, blue eyes watch the god fall while thick ears listen to the Earth God speak. Again gifts are given, magic bestowed. But at what cost? All around him was death and loss. To gain what? There was no reason, no justice here. He had been loyal to this movement, this cause of fighting these corrupt gods. But he problem with being loyal to a cause is that it will take everything from you— then betray and leave you. This realization rocked him.

It shook him to his core.

His inner life revelations were shattered as the earth erupted with screams and cries. A voice so familiar… His eyes immediately swept to his King, body drawn to the primal noises. He wanted to find Rexanna, but he needed to join his friend.
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
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RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Conclusion) - by Tembovu - 10-29-2015, 09:42 PM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Conclusion) - by Morenth - 10-29-2015, 11:14 PM

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