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09-15-2013, 11:39 PM
Chaos unfolded. Kiro found himself pushed aside, shoved, found himself eating feathers and tasting dirt as a wild pegasus and an unruly crowd move and gather and all attempt to grasp the doe's attention at the same time. Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, but another shove knocked it from his focus. A snarl appeared on his mouth, as the doe seemed disinclined to respond to him, to any of them. She is already dead, he grumbled to himself, not bothered to fight for the prize he had half-heartedly worked for. He waved his horn about at any who got too close - perhaps he sliced at the skin of a few of the more rambunctious ones - before clacking his teeth together in annoyance and drawing back to the shade of the trees once more. It was there that he noticed that strange sensation again. Darkness seemed to call to him, and as he flicked an ear towards the ground, towards the shadows, he was sure he saw them move. He could feel his curse within him, he had been able to feel it ever since the rising of the Moon again, and now it seemed to burn within his heart. Selfish is as selfish does, the old hag's words resounded in his head, over and over, repeating until all he could see was the many demons, the one warlock, the one who cursed him, here again, ready to curse them all. Selfish is as selfish does. No. "NO!" He shouted, loudly, rearing up on his hindquarters so that his cloven forefeet struck out at the darkness. "YOU WILL NOT SUCCUMB!" He called to the doe now, to all those around him. He would not have them suffer as he had suffered. He defied the darkness, allowed the curse within him to pull him towards them - and so as he landed upon all fours again, he surged forth, horn poised at what he hoped was the beast's heart, his centre, his core. He would defeat this, if it was the last thing he ever did. His limbs slowed as it pooled around him, but he pushed on, not caring if he fell into it face first, snorting the black muck out from his nostrils and continuing on anyway. He swung his horn about, the silver weapon gleaming like a sword of light amidst the darkness, attempting to gut the creature, to make it spill its precious lifeforce, and be reabsorbed by the surrounds, the ether, to disperse and stop harming them. "BE GONE!" |
