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08-18-2013, 02:37 AM
After I unshielded her orbs, I quickly turned away. I flinched as I heard her body thump to the ground, I took a few more cautious steps forward. I stopped. Listening, I -
Good job young one. Another one down. You killed her! Congrats! I'm so proud of my little girl! How does her blood taste in your mouth, how does the stench of it in the air smell? Amazing eh?
Wait, what? I whipped around. My face that was twisted with anger just moments ago, softened with concern. Before I went any farther my velvet harks perked up. I was listening, desperately searching for the sound of her rasping breaths, hoping that he was wrong. I quickly shut my eyes. Noticing there was no breath to listen for. There was no more Antheia. In my anger I had finished her off. Why? Oh why father did you do this? This was the one thing that I loved and you had to take it from me. WHY?!
Oh, my sweet killer. Everything and everyone dies. It was time for that pain in the ass to go.
No father, it wasn't by any means. I loved her.
I stepped forward, reaching my muzzle down to bury it in her fur for a brief moment. My head started spinning. I can't live with myself. It's going to be time for me to go now to. I don't want my hooves upon this earth any longer. Tears rolled down my cheeks, landing softly in her mother's beautiful fur. I ripped my dome away. I forced myself to jog off. I stopped beside a tall pine tree. Purple and white flowers starting to bloom beneath it. Slowly, I plucked them off one by one. Once I had a mouthful, I trotted back. Gently, I laid them over the bleeding bite on her flank.
Laying down, I cried. I sobbed. Moans of grief escaping my lips every few seconds, my body heaving, being pulled every which way with every passing moment.
Good job young one. Another one down. You killed her! Congrats! I'm so proud of my little girl! How does her blood taste in your mouth, how does the stench of it in the air smell? Amazing eh?
Wait, what? I whipped around. My face that was twisted with anger just moments ago, softened with concern. Before I went any farther my velvet harks perked up. I was listening, desperately searching for the sound of her rasping breaths, hoping that he was wrong. I quickly shut my eyes. Noticing there was no breath to listen for. There was no more Antheia. In my anger I had finished her off. Why? Oh why father did you do this? This was the one thing that I loved and you had to take it from me. WHY?!
Oh, my sweet killer. Everything and everyone dies. It was time for that pain in the ass to go.
No father, it wasn't by any means. I loved her.
I stepped forward, reaching my muzzle down to bury it in her fur for a brief moment. My head started spinning. I can't live with myself. It's going to be time for me to go now to. I don't want my hooves upon this earth any longer. Tears rolled down my cheeks, landing softly in her mother's beautiful fur. I ripped my dome away. I forced myself to jog off. I stopped beside a tall pine tree. Purple and white flowers starting to bloom beneath it. Slowly, I plucked them off one by one. Once I had a mouthful, I trotted back. Gently, I laid them over the bleeding bite on her flank.
Laying down, I cried. I sobbed. Moans of grief escaping my lips every few seconds, my body heaving, being pulled every which way with every passing moment.
