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| there was n o w h e r e else to go; Draconian passes/Finnigan. [not a battle] | |||||
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| ƒierce | Jul 14 2014, 12:02 AM Post #1 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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He hated this. The black fewspot was starving and dehydrated. It shook him, and his limbs trembled. He had been so strong, but the aftermath of his battle had ruined him. Zacarias had shattered his shoulder in one blow, and the black was suffering. His only son, Finnigan, was watching over him. Draconian hated that the young boy was basically watching him die. The spotted boy had done well enough this far, bringing him mouthfuls of grass and leaves, but he was ultimately unable to bring him water. The stallion had been standing, but the trembling and weakness was too much for him. It brought him agony to lay down, and his left leg buckled under any pressure. Draconian ultimately fell to the ground but onto his right side at least. He watched Finnigan nearly wince at seeing his father hit the ground, and Draconian frowned, wishing he could do more by his son. He snorted and gestured with his head for the colt to come closer. "Finnigan, my son, come. Listen to me." I couldn't stand to see him like this. The once-great stallion who had been my father, who had ruled Crystal Barrier, was reduced to a bag of bones trembling on the ground, bidding me closer. How could I be the one to watch him die? I approached him, although unwillingly at first. In an effort to soothe his imminent passing, I laid on the ground before him, close enough that I could reach forward and touch him. Pain was in his every expression, and his breathing shallow. It wouldn't be long. How could this happen? I didn't want to watch this, to see the life fade from his body, but I couldn't leave him alone. The father who had done so much for me, spent so much time on me... I couldn't leave him alone. The bay dun colt came close, laying before him. Draconian shouldn't have been asking this of his only son. But who else was here to listen? The black appaloosa sighed and winced as the muscles in his stomach spasmed. Finnigan watched him with mismatched eyes, concern and knowing all too apparent in his looks. "You must speak to your uncle, my brother, Hazard, in Cedar Helm Forest. It may take you some time getting there, but he must gather my mares in Crystal Barrier, if they are even still there. Before Zacarias does. He has to tell them what happened to me. Tell them of the battle and who killed me. Tell them they have a choice in their lives and that I appreciated every moment they spent with me." A shudder passed through the black, and, for the first time, he could sense the numbness in his limbs. Was he just cold? He blinked, eyes back on the spotted son. For the first time, he showed sorrow on his features. "I'm so sorry, Finnigan. I..I should have done more for you." It hurt me to see the pain shoot across him, to see this new sorrow in his face, his eyes. I could see it in him: he felt defeated. He apologized to me, for not having done more for me. I wanted to cry, to scream, to tell him that he would be alright. But it would be in vain. My father was dying. I saw him weaken, his lips tremble. He was afraid. What would death hold for him? I reached out to him, embracing him. My muzzle was gentle against his, nuzzling his cheek. We were eye to eye. "No one could ever have been a better father." And it helped him, the vague sense of a smile lingered on his lips. Draconian knew Finnigan would find his place in the world, but he could only think of one more thing to say to his one and only son. The black straightened, looking his son directly in the eye. "You have to be strong, Finnigan. Find yourself." He paused. "I shouldn't ask this of you, my son. But..if you find yourself looking for a place to belong in your life, return to Crystal Barrier. It was mine and my father Morte's before you. If anyone should rule that land, it's you." Another shudder passed through him, one strong enough to weaken him. The end was near now. It was clear in his eyes that he was fading. Shifting his weight onto his side, Draconian laid on the ground, brown eyes peering up at his son as he faded from the world. "I love you, Finnigan..." I had to bow my head as my father breathed his last, his pain dominating him no more. His words had rocked me to my core. I reached for him again, closing his eye that still looked up at me. I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to accept that my father was dead, but there was no denying it for me. I had witnessed his passing. It was all too real. How could I leave him here? Alone, cold? In this arena where the battle was long since over. There was no glory for him, my father. He died a broken stallion, which was less than he deserved. I rose to my hooves, and I did the unthinkable.. I walked away. A few strides from where I had laid, I turned my dark face toward the broken form that had been my sire. "And I love you...Father.." I closed my eyes, turned my head, and walked away. When I did open them, in my eyes, there was a fierce determination. At some point in my life, I would return to Crystal Barrier. Zacarias would pay. A smirk twisted at my lips with a new devilry. He wouldn't even see me coming. Edited by ƒierce, Jul 14 2014, 12:03 AM.
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