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Midas Torn, screaming for a cease even as my mind is spinning upon its axles for more destruction; running. Out of control. This violence beget a monster, the very thing I'd strived to never become. Yon child can see it when those pools turn to me for mercy. I've none to give, even as she starts to run. Defeated. I can't comprehend.It wasn't until these eyes witnessed her fall; and my soul felt a sudden wash of satanic satisfaction -- a desire to kill. The horrible notion is so revoltingly against my nature. Tis enough to make me realize my horrible mistake. Earth suddenly went silent, chillingly still. I stare at her crippled frame awestruck, horrified. In total disbelief at what I'd nearly done. The world is frozen, even the waterfall has fallen silent for me. There is an acidic taste upon my tongue, it sickens my gut; blood, copper and it wasn't my own. Crown falls forward and let's my head hang low. The slash on my shoulder pulls painfully, a firm reminder that this wasn't a dream (nar, nightmare) I wonder how a simple evening could turn so shockingly altered. The spy rises slowly, turning away. Walking away. I look up and felt my feet shuffle a step forward, "W-wait..." that raspy whisper is unfamiliar, it sounds like the groan of an old man. My right leg is cold, the fur around that hoof is painted red. Stained gold. "Hold, I say. " Vocals are rising, I stifle cringing as this beat up body quickens to catch the fleeing shadow, "Tell me..." spent, each breath comes fast and shallow, "Why did ye provoke me?"  Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold |
@Essetia
