déodat,
Endless patrols, constant waiting, and ever looming anxiety weighed him down. Sleep deprivation left Déodat’s mind clouded and his mood foul. It just added to his ever present paranoia and as he moved about patrolling within the borders of the Basin, his head jerked at the slightest sound, and he jumped at shapes that weren’t really there. Maybe it was time to rest for awhile, no matter how much he wished he wasn’t, Déodat was mortal not a super soldier. Once he finished this patrol he would head back to his cave and find rest. It would do him some good to fall into a dark abysmal sleep and forget about the things troubling his mind and the bitter resentment that lingered in his frozen heart.
That rotten stench filled his nostrils once again. It appeared as though that there wouldn’t be time to sleep. Could the darkness be at their doorstep? Déodat moved without any hesitation toward the commotion. The Blood Prince galloped toward the scent and sounds. Deep down he could feel a fear that lay trapped within his frozen heart. What if the darkness destroyed the Basin just like it had his old home? Never again would he let his home be destroyed, and these dark thoughts encouraged him onward. As he drew closer he could see four figures. Two of them were like the monster he had spotted within the Threshold. So, it appeared as though the darkness’s game had been revealed. These monsters needed to be destroyed, and it was time to figure out how.
The stallion came up on the side of the black colt, and he heard the boy call out the monsters.Why did he know such foul things? Déodat glanced at the two figures, neither of them were familiar. That mattered little, in his mind they were still a part of the group he had been sworn to protect. “Get out of here demons,” he said, his tone dark. If one would at him for but a short moment they would see precisely how exhausted he was. “You should get out of here.” He leaned in toward the colt’s ear and whispered. “Don’t risk your young life.”
Then he turned his eyes back toward the monsters in front of him. “You will not take my home!” Déodat’s ears swiveled back and he charged toward the two monsters. It was potentially suicide to take on not just one, but two of the undead at once, especially when he had such little sleep. First he swung his horn toward the male monster aiming for what portions of his side remained. Then he flung out his hind hoof toward the she-wraith. There would be prices to pay for his reckless actions, but he hoped most of all that this sacrifice wouldn’t go to waste.
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