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 Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 11:59 am
Barracus watched with sadistic amusement as Roman sank to his knees infront of him, the stallion was panting with pain and exhaustion. How lovely. He gauged his prey carefully, noting with interest that Roman seemed to actually consider his generous offer for a moment before his eyes hardened with determination and fury. Not that he would have kept his word of course, the moment Roman surrendered to him he would have crippled the stallion and dragged him back to his lair as a prisoner. He had worked to hard for this too end it quickly. He would have dreamed up something exquisitely painful as a reward for Roman's sacrifice, drawn out his death to savor every sweet moment until he last. He owed that much to Calixta's precious baby boy, he would have turned Roman's death into a memorable event, a twisted celebration of the depravity and violence that fueled his existence. He may still....Just a few more moments.... His strength was waning as the blood pumped out of his side in a dark ribbon. The dirt under their feet had turned muddy with spilled blood, making the footing tricky. He was still stronger than Roman, if only just, the stallion was weakening as well.
"I may not win easily pet, but I will still win. Nothing more than that matters to me, in a few moments you will be gasping at my feet begging for mercy and wishing you had accepted my offer when you had the chance." His eyes glowed with excitement as he began his final approach, "No one has ever loved you the way I do Roman, and no one ever will after I'm finished." There won't be enough left of you to love" But rest assured that you will be remembered, I never forget one of my toys. Your bones will be scattered across my den to greet the next guest I bring home for a visit."
His bloody smile was cruel as he launched himself foreword, his claws and fangs were aimed to cripple, not to kill but regardless they would be nothing less than a death sentence if they struck true.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 11:14 pm
A piece of him knew he should just stay down and allow the darkness to swallow him up. Though he masked the emotions running rampant within him he couldn’t help but to acknowledge the pain caused by the words being spoken to him. If he were to die right here no one would mourn the loss, no one would even realize he was gone. He had experienced the feeling of loneliness before but now it was much greater because he was staring it straight in the face. Barracus was right in that he would be the only one to ‘love’ Roman and this caused his innards to shiver. His entire family was gone and he had no friends to speak of his disappearance or even wonder about his whereabouts. His life had come down to being bones scattered on the floor of a cave, only a skinwalker to remember his name. A weak chuckle racked his body and for the first time he noted the scent of blood and how the ground had been stained with it. “You are right…” Roman resigned, his head hanging low. “I’ve got nothing left, no one but you to remember me when I die.” With each word he was more and more tempted to allow the death blow to come without any interference.
Just as he thought he would drop to the ground something within him sparked and he thought he heard a gentle feminine voice in the back of his mind. ‘Don’t give up my son.’ Though he had only heard his mother’s voice when he was in wicker he knew it was her speaking to him. Images of her mangled body flashed before his mind’s eye and he looked up to the skinwalker. The one to cause that sweet and gentle mare so much pain was this animal. She had lived a life of kindness and serenity and yet she had been targeted and tortured by Barracus. ‘Don’t give up Roman.’ The voice urged once more.
He was so tired, the world had proven itself to be harsh as usual but he couldn’t give in to this thing. Any other way of dying would work but he could not allow this creature the glory of finishing off his family line. His frame froze as the Skinwalker once again launched itself toward him, a bloodlust in it’s eye that told Roman this would be the end of the battle, one way or another. With a painful wince Roman unfurled his golden wings and with a strong flap evaded his attacker. The wound on his wing stung but he ignored it. Flapping harder he aimed for the canopy of twisted branches overhead. He looked down only once, taking a mental picture of the blood soaked earth and the monster that awaited him below.
Bracing himself for the impact he heard ugly snaps as his body collided with the intertwined branches until he was finally clear of the trees. His body hurt and he was sure he had gained more injuries than before. He didn’t know how much longer he could stay in flight but he didn’t let that hinder him as he evaded his death, even so, more than anything, he wished he had stayed and allowed his light to be snuffed out.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 9:32 am
A snarl of fury filled Barracus' throat as his inertia carried him past where Roman had stood before and flung him against the thick tree trunk that had blocked the stallion's escape only a moment before. He shook his head to clear the stars dancing in his skull and scanned the clearing with narrowed eyes. As the ringing in his ears cleared he made out a low whooshing sound and felt wet drops raining down on his back and head. Barracus looked up and screamed with rage and frustration. Blood sprayed over him with each beat of Roman's wings as they carrying him further and further out of reach.
Barracus backed up slowly as he watched his prey escape, the blood from the ground sluggishly seeping foreword to fill the imprints of his paws in the muddy ground.
His mother's soft taunting laughter echoed in the deepest caverns of his mind, Pitiful she hissed in his ear.
"Roman!!!" He screamed out into the night, "Enjoy this small victory while you can!!! You are mine my pet, I will find you again. Fly swiftly dearest and run while you can... I won't be far behind."
With the scent of blood in the air and the taste of his prey still in his mouth it took a fierce effort to turn and walk away, but he did.
The forest was silent but for a soft malignant chuckle rippling through the trees. A demon walked its' paths tonight.
[FIN]
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