long way down

[OPEN] long way down

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Herophilos :: Plain Black Dragon :: Toxic Breath prissy

11-02-2015, 09:38 PM

Does he know? Does he know that she watches from behind the tree? She had paused her slow walk when she had witnessed a glimmer of red, then a crack, flimsy bone snapping like a toothpick. She whips her head around, confusion crossing her features, mouth falling open in concern. She instinctually thinks of her flowers, the magic pouring through her and causing a few buds to spring to life in her onyx locks.

But it's too late.

A giggle, a squish, a cough, and it's over. She had arrived far too late to stop the colt and save the amphibian. She would be no heroine today, only another attendee to the frog's immoral end. Agnodice's features fell, morphing from concern to anguish. She had become a doctor to never again feel this unadulterated uselessness, but here it was, spreading like wildfire in the depths of her heart.

She wanted to scream 'HOW DARE YOU?!' [how dare you make me feel this way? or how dare you be this heartless?] at the top of her lungs, but what good would that do? She could not make one incapable of understanding their actions understand through anger.

Agnodice swallowed a lump in her throat, stepping forward from the shadows to walk to the frog's lifeless carcass. She passed another colt, one who was silent, but seemed as disappointed as she was. She began to dig a small hole by the frog, pawing at the soft, brown earth till it was a decent sized grace for the frog. She used a hoof to nudge the creature into it's grave, proceeding to put back the dirt over it's body.

She hadn't noticed it at first, but a single flower had bloomed in her mane while the other buds had diminished to dust in the wind. Once she saw it, she reached around and plucked it from her mane, placing it on the frog's grave. A pastel pink chrysanthemum. She supposed it was fitting, but she was still a bit displeased with her work. The burial was not the one practiced in her home land, but it was used widely around her home. It was how her mother had been request to be buried, as well as her father. Though their funerals were far more extravagant, with the proper prothesis, formal mourning, ekphora, and perideipnon being performed. This would just have to do.

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