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12-24-2012, 09:32 AM
BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING
Helpless to stop it. Not wise or strong enough to prevent it. Midas could only watch and breath as his little one cried out and withered on the ground, the sound had long since slashed ears across skull. Muzzle extended and more tenderly than ever before brushed across the face of his child, “Cera…” he uttered with flailing heart. Was there nothing more he could do? Seconds pass, but to him it feels like a lifetime until at long last Onni appears from the sky.
Floundering forward the father squeezes what little energy remains in exhausted limbs and forces them to rise, “Onni,” voice bleats weakly, no longer feeling as second in command in their homeland; but young and lost, “He was attacked….” Disbelief presents itself; Midas still couldn’t understand why would anyone want to harm such a sweet natured soul? A more present thought was taking shape as well, why hadn’t he paid closer attention?
"You must stay calm."
A familiar glaze comes over the eyes of his most trusted doctor; Midas swallows his fear and grasps her words as a drowning man to lifeline. Standing by now, head limply hung as if lifeless attachment, but honeyed eyes remained ever watchful of the magic she pooled and summoned. He had seen her summon healing talents once before, that time it had been a creature of less importance to him. A small tiger, abused and beaten by the very creature that it was bound to; that tiger had refused help and slithered away.
Floundering forward the father squeezes what little energy remains in exhausted limbs and forces them to rise, “Onni,” voice bleats weakly, no longer feeling as second in command in their homeland; but young and lost, “He was attacked….” Disbelief presents itself; Midas still couldn’t understand why would anyone want to harm such a sweet natured soul? A more present thought was taking shape as well, why hadn’t he paid closer attention?
"You must stay calm."
A familiar glaze comes over the eyes of his most trusted doctor; Midas swallows his fear and grasps her words as a drowning man to lifeline. Standing by now, head limply hung as if lifeless attachment, but honeyed eyes remained ever watchful of the magic she pooled and summoned. He had seen her summon healing talents once before, that time it had been a creature of less importance to him. A small tiger, abused and beaten by the very creature that it was bound to; that tiger had refused help and slithered away.
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