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I come out of the woods, cloaked in shadow, irritable, unloving, uncaring- beyond emotions of happiness. I am coming for him, coming for him to kill him in my illusions. I watch, emotionless, beyond caring, as the massive stallion, so much bigger than me, turns, watch as he kicks those extravagantly feathered hinds at me.
Broken. Shattered. He is not Warlord for nothing, even I can recall that in my trance-like, hate-filled state. There is pain unlike anything I have felt, as his massive hooves reach my knee- my right knee, and instantly I know this is wrong. This is death being handed to me, because when I will fall, I will not get back up. I fail, I crumble, my stronghold collapsed, even as I come by him, teeth grazing his massive hindquarters. This is death, this is death, and I want to keen my regrets, I want to cry out in misery. Did I really say I wanted death? No, no, I can't have. It will kill me. Of course it will! Fool, fool! I collapse, I crumble, I am the fortress falling to flames, and I hit the ground, left wing knocked askew, and there is more fiery, miserable pain. My wing must have snapped as my weight come down on it, and so I am broken not once, but twice.
The earth is cool, grass still wrapped in wet morning dew, coming to kiss me as the criminal bends his head, to be beheaded on the second. My ebony muzzle is pressed against the damp earth, my ears are still pinned tight, the world is fading in and out, hazy, from the deathly pain that entombs me.
Should my wing had not been broken, I would have escaped, flied, become coward again. But now I do not whimper, I do not cry out. Instead, I turn my head, with my left cheek pressed against the ground, and stare at him. Will he really kill me?
So there I lie on my left flank, one wing bent at an awkward angle, and shards of pale bone erupted from my knee lying around me. I am covered in blood pouring from my wounded leg and broken wing.
I will get no mercy.
WC: 374
Summary: Basically falls over, right knee broken, left wing broken in fall, is lying on left flank.
SVETLANA
the StormChaser
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