Last breath of a survivor

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[DROP] Last breath of a survivor

Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719

Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE

Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu

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09-10-2013, 12:28 PM (This post was last modified: 09-10-2013, 12:30 PM by Ampere.)

They came like moths to a candle, each desperate to bask in the glow of the flickering, fading light before the night closed in around them like a tomb. A few rubbed her hair the wrong way, like the antlered fellow that thought barking orders a useful thing in this situation. Among the crowd Ampere did not see the only one she knew - Adalaide - she was too focused on the heavy breathing of those near her and the raspy breaths of the dying doe. Why so many to help one doe? There was never such a crowd for one of their own kind.

The dark draws us in to the light. The warm glow reminds of the sun, unlike the sterile, alien pulse of the trees.

Everyone was willing to give to the doe. It touched Ampere and for the first while in a long while she held more hope for this place and its inhabitants than she ever dared think she could.

The light's breath hitched for a moment and Ampere could feel herself physically leaning forward. Conscious of the act she shuffled herself back upright, ears twisting around as words flowed forth, elegant still even in this moment of her demise.
the child - Ampere was startled to realize that orb the doe carried was her kin. From what Ampere knew the deer were close to the horse and birthed in blood and agony. She herself had pecked her way out of an egg, but her blood was horse and bird alike, yet no feathers crowned this forest fawn.

The next words that came struck Ampere with even more force, and in return she shoved back. "NO!" she cried out abruptly, stating forward but stopping just as fast, wings raised with the energy of the moment and perhaps to push aside anyone who would interfere. "You do not have the right to decide that for your child!" Ampere choked out the sentence, her heart rattling in her throat so that it was hard to talk. Ampere could not believe she was standing here and witnessing a slave drive as it were. She had only ever seen the outcome, but not this beginning, not from a mother that seemed so pure.

The doe continued to tell the task and Ampere was left standing like a hollowed shell, her wings gradually drooping against her side. Her eyes blurred with salt and it burned against the back of her tongue so that her voice wavered when next she tried to plead with the dying and obviously mind-rattled doe. "Don't do this. Your child may need help surviving now but once it grows it can prosper of its own accord. Please, I will help it now, it will be safe and it will grow and it will stay free. Don't chain it to someone's soul for eternity!"

Ampere was nearly hysterical, blubbering promises she could not keep. She certainly knew more about nest building and egg-rearing than these buffoons offering trunks and caves and expecting the dead world to keep the egg warm and safe - Ampere knew you needed body warmth to nurture the life within, feathers to keep it soft, trees to put it up high where there were less thieves and predators - yet she did not know that she had the skill to deal with a child of any kind. What eggs she herself had laid from midnight transgressions she had left to child and crack early in this ruined world.

In this moment though, Ampere was impassioned to keep the egg from becoming a tool for these greedy horses. Now she knew why so many came. Now she knew why they acted to fast to serve. This was not the kindness of one heart to another, this was a damn marketplace where souls were traded. It disgusted her.

Ampere had never seen an egg like that but others had, she had seen their eyes lock onto it, but had assumed it was curiosity that drove their attention.
She supposed at least no one was slaughtering the doe to take her child, an easy act considering the moment at hand, and one Ampere considered doing if the mother insisted on giving the child up to slavery.

"WILL NONE OF YOU CARE FOR THIS BEAST OUT OF NO SELF GAIN?" Ampere turned on all of them now, her eyes a blue streak of defiance as they coasted along the individuals that clambered over one another to take a life.

They did not heed her. They did not hear her. They only acted, eager to do the bidding and take their reward.

"I WILL" Ampere screamed and launched herself at the doe, teeth snapping to grab for the egg, hooves pummeling to break the doe down and wings flapping catastrophically to mar the vision of the onlookers and whatever assistance they may provide in saving the doe or worse, taking the egg for themselves.

If she could just grab it she could run off and be airborne fast. She would build it a proper nest in the trees out of feathers, hair, leaves, grass and twigs, and she would settle on it night and ...night with her warmth and her protection and once it hatched, it would stay free.

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