The colt's young limbs - still weak and spindly, not yet coated with the muscle that will one day haul him across the ground without a care - thrash as much as they can, but their beats grow slower as exhaustion coats him like a blanket. The waves push against him, trying to pull his head under; his sodden wings are like lead weights on his back. He thinks of Mother, and hopes she won't blame herself for his death - he thinks of Esi, and his heart lurches as he realises what his demise will do to her. They are one, and without him she will never be the same again... |
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drowning games - by Arakh - 08-05-2016, 12:03 PM
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