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Posted by THE HYENA on March 2, 2009, 7:39 pm, in reply to "Traz and Co. Heaven's gates won't open up for me; Part I"
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Wicked had only toyed with me this one time, and just as I shook my head, attempting to clear my thoughts, I growled out, "Alphamagne-" but again, I was not allowed a one minute's grace. No, for without warning came another impact, which sent me forwards slightly and thus adding aggravating pressure to my right foreleg. It crumpled under the weight, despite my advantage of Elementals on my side. For as my forehand crashes to the ground, my head tipping to the side to avoid a faceplant, I feel the unusual lack thereof of my friend, my companion, my Lightning. It hisses, here and there. It crackles. But it is then that I know why it fails me.
Aquila's ravaging hoof catches me squares in the ribs, and because of the awkward angle I was poised in at that fateful moment (my forehand down, my hind struggling in the air), she manages to crack two of them, near my humerous. I can only gurgle in a cry of pain as blood wells into my mouth.
Again, the wind ushers me kindly, a faint smile, I imagine, on its lips. Won't you come? I snarl, trying, and struggling, to breathe through the scarlet liquid that has begun to drip into my nostrils. "No."
My caramel dun form has been pummeled at this point, upon my near-unconscious state, because of Aquila's and Wicked's wrathful sins. The scars that had been healed so long ago were rendered open once more, and my muscles and tendons were revealed to the open world in other places. The pain. The excrutiating pain.
My honeyed eyes can only look rebelliously towards the Shardkeeper and his minions as they move on, as though nothing occured. All I could emit was a strangled sob, ashamed of myself for being so childish, but unable to enact the "heroic death" that I had heard about so many times. How can they... How can they do it? And then, another revelation. Because they can't. Those who love them make the ending heroic. They remake the ending so there is no shame. But me. Will I die alone? No great ending? Another sob. I was mangled. My body lay flat upon the ground. My forlegs felt torn asunder, my body felt dead. Maybe I am.
I remembered them, flashing before my eyes. Witchblight and Heretic, I can only recall their outlines, the bare colours. I had only met the newborns once. But Hybrid Theory, my dear son. Hah. Baraqel. Damn it. I had hoped we could hang out tomorrow, maybe send the last of the cacti soaring for the moon or something. Hypatia. She gave me a home, hospitality, even when I had only thought of fighting for myself. That friendly water horse Sterling. And Althea. The mare that had been with me since before I was even a Bronze. The mare I had been so condescending to, so uncaring. The one I had left with children time and time again, always fighting, always gone.
Something in me told me to rise. Rise again, General of Ni'Srilan. Rise again, Hyena. Rise again, Strandwolf. And so I did, with my broken body. I rose, and I hobbled, blood dripping from my lips, my head lolling towards the ground. My ribs proceede dto shift within me, sending sharp intakes of breath to my lungs, but I continued.
For Ni'Srilan. For the Vipers.
LIGHTNING III
Alphamagnetism
Imperium
B E L L Y C R A W L E R
GOLD GENERAL
THE HYENA 7
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