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 Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 4:33 pm
Oki saw the look on Spenta's face and her heart fell. He was trying to help her get away. She hesitated, knowing that if Angra found her, she would be punished for running, but if she escaped for good...
She looked at Angra, who was completely oblivious to her now, and made her decision. She hurried off toward the cover of trees as quickly as her legs could carry her, ignoring the fatigue and the almost paralyzing fear when she thought of what Angra would do to her if he found her.
She looked back one last time before vanishing into the trees and bushes, hoping that Spenta would not die for her to escape. She got as deep into the brush as she could manage and then lay down to rest. She would have to move again soon to have any chance of escaping Angra, but she had to stop, at least for now.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 4:52 pm
Spen didn't give his brother any notice that he'd seen the lioness escape. He didn't want his brother turning to see her run away; this fight had been Spen's whole purpose.
"I am the tainted one? The unfaithful son?" Spen scoffed. "Hardly, brother." His nostrils flared, his next words would cause his brother to fly into an even more incensed rage.
"I am not the one who killed her, brother." The words, spoken softly, may as very well been a roar. "She died giving you life! And you do her no justice as you are!" He spat the words out as if they were rotting flesh.
He continued on, infuriated now. "I would gladly kill you a thousand times all the while picturing our mother's face instead of yours," he roared. "I would save her the agony of her knowing the monster she bore, the unholy spawn you've become!"
With a swiftness he didn't know he possessed, Spen lifted his paw for a swipe, claws unsheathed. He would prove his point. Sharp, honed claws searched for purchase across Angra's face.
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 7:35 pm
Angra was hit with the truth, a terrible truth that brought his mind to shut down, his tail dropped, his eye's life faded, his body went limp, haunches catching him on his rump, head hung where it was left in perfect line up with Spen's attacking paw. He didn't even feel the blow. The claws digging into his flesh, the tear or the blood.
"Killed." He muttered. He sat there, eye's filling with rare tears, the first he'd spilled since his Mothers passing. he was zoned now, done with the world as it seemed, his claws sheathed and unsheathed, almost as if they were unsure at his sudden stop in pace. Wondering why he'd stopped and instead of attacking an attack did nothing.
"Killed..." His voice deepened, tears glowed his head twitched suddenly eye's glued on hsi brother Spen, his blood sibling, the one who got to see their Mother at birth, hear her, feel the love she had to offer. He growled now, a slow low growl, a realization of how much Spen had.
He had none of that love, no parents ever, he saw his Fathers face long enough to have a slight memorization of it if he were to see him again. All he knew was a Mothers corpse, a cold touch, the last twitches of her maw as her nerves gave out and the gasping cry of her final breaths.
His story hurt him more, the memories stung terribly, he growled again. "I didn't even know the b***h." He shut out his heart, his mind, his soul. He wasn't thinking right anymore, Spen had gone down the wrong road. A wrong road traveled could very well leave the traveler dead. "You can say all you want. I'm out of here." He turned heel, blood dripping like a deadly venom from his cheek.
It would forever be the mark of the day he was truly torn apart.
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 7:48 pm
Spenta saw the truth slap his brother across the face viciously; it killed him to do this, but in reality Spen felt like the only one on the planet that could make, yes, make his brother feel any other emotion aside from hate or rage. It truly killed Spen to see his brother like that, but gave him hope that perhaps Angra could be whole once more, made complete by facing the things that had shattered him so instead of brushing them aside like so much waste.
He watched his brother go, tears of his own running solemnly down his face. He hoped that the golden lioness had a safe distance away; Angra's wrath would be unstoppable should he find her again.
Once his brother had faded into the distance, Spenta rose and padded off, choking down the shame caused by his own hurtful words towards his brother.
~fin
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