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11-03-2015, 09:49 PM
Gull He knew not how long he lay there, for the Tallsun sun moved slowly and did little to help mark the time. Though the silver-stained stag was still, every muscle seemed to strain at the slightest noise. Each small movement worsened the agony in his head. Paranoid from the pain he was suffering, Gull was convinced that every rustle signalled the beginning of his final battle. And yet…no one came. The pounding hooves grew no closer, and not a soul strayed from the battlefield. In time, he caught the sound of a dreadful yowl and a hiss that carried on the breeze, followed by a booming voice that sounded vaguely familiar (though he couldn’t make out the words). After that, the vibrations that he had been feeling began to lessen, and gradually they nearly ceased altogether. Gull could still hear a few scattered screams—cries awful enough that he momentarily elected to let his own pain drown out the anguish of others’—but then the island grew quiet. It was almost as if the entire field had dispersed. But that would make no sense. Where were the troops of soldiers? The young ones running scared from the carnage? He must have heard hundreds of war stories growing up, tales told in gravelly voices from mangled tongues and scarred throats, testaments of firsthand experience. If this had been a battle, then where were the victors? And where were the survivors? Unless…yet he couldn’t allow himself to believe that there had been none. He knew that it happened, had heard rumors…oh, how quiet it was. Suddenly desperate for noise, for any sign of life, he raised his head to whinny. But nothing came out, save a breathy rasp. OOC: Questing, part IV! trouble just grew wings |
Please do not tag Gull except for in opening posts or spars!
