THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER
Jaime was dead.
He couldn't believe it and wished not to yet he knew that he couldn't be arrogant forever. He had flown away from the crowd and his brother, he landed into the cool desert sand with the sun gone and the moon in its place. Everything was dark in his eyes, everything had gone shit. His own moon gone. Jaime was gone. Elduin was gone. They all left or died, Trygve wishing that he had been able to stop it all but he was useless and that was a fact. "FUCKING DAMMIT!" He roared with anger and agony mixing into his voice, dripping like droplets of rain, he gritted his teeth and shut his eyes feeling the tears slipping down from his cheeks. He could've done something... Maybe if he had known about herbs and how to treat others but himself... Maybe Jaime would've still been here.
The fires rose from his chest and began to dance across his jaws as they parted, he could feel the blood beginning to drip from his maw. The fire had eaten Jaime inside out... "It should've been me..." He croaked to himself as he let his body lower itself to the sand only to pull his paws over his head with claws digging into his tufted ears, if only he hadn't been useless. If only he was a good enough Roux... He could've been there in the time of need... His family losing Jaime yet he hid here within the Pitt. Coward... You're a coward, Trygve would think to himself as his once tense paws grew lose and fell to his sides. Maybe he'd go do his Nights of Solitude... Perhaps stay away from everyone... What if he hurt or ended up losing more people dear to him?
It gnawed at him as he began to make his way over to the Blood river, he saw the reflection of the moon within the murky waters. The smell made his snout wrinkle, he knew that there was some crocodiles around probably but he didn't mind at the time. Everything was numb and everything was silent. Part of him wished he was back in the treehouse with Aine talking about random topics and hearing the constant sighs of Gael... Or playing a game of chess. He wanted to get it off his mind despite how selfish it was. That's what he was. Selfish. He had always been selfish. He gritted his teeth once more letting a breath brush pass his closed jaws, he turned away from the Blood river.
He took some heavy steps in the direction of home, the Pitt, he could never show his face back in the Typhoon. His ears pressed flat against his skull but he seemed to hesitate "What do I do?" He wished there was some way to made his decision and stay loyal to a single group, he sat down slowly with mottled tail curled around his forepaws. He glanced up at the moon as if expecting it to answer him but, Ry knew that it wouldn't. He had already lost his luna, why would the Moon bother uttering a word to him? Disloyal. Selfish. Arrogant. And useless. He held his breath for a moment only to mutter quietly "It's just a name..." His paws reaching to his ear to remove his earring but he stopped hearing someone walking about. He turned around with a growl "Whose there?"
He couldn't believe it and wished not to yet he knew that he couldn't be arrogant forever. He had flown away from the crowd and his brother, he landed into the cool desert sand with the sun gone and the moon in its place. Everything was dark in his eyes, everything had gone shit. His own moon gone. Jaime was gone. Elduin was gone. They all left or died, Trygve wishing that he had been able to stop it all but he was useless and that was a fact. "FUCKING DAMMIT!" He roared with anger and agony mixing into his voice, dripping like droplets of rain, he gritted his teeth and shut his eyes feeling the tears slipping down from his cheeks. He could've done something... Maybe if he had known about herbs and how to treat others but himself... Maybe Jaime would've still been here.
The fires rose from his chest and began to dance across his jaws as they parted, he could feel the blood beginning to drip from his maw. The fire had eaten Jaime inside out... "It should've been me..." He croaked to himself as he let his body lower itself to the sand only to pull his paws over his head with claws digging into his tufted ears, if only he hadn't been useless. If only he was a good enough Roux... He could've been there in the time of need... His family losing Jaime yet he hid here within the Pitt. Coward... You're a coward, Trygve would think to himself as his once tense paws grew lose and fell to his sides. Maybe he'd go do his Nights of Solitude... Perhaps stay away from everyone... What if he hurt or ended up losing more people dear to him?
It gnawed at him as he began to make his way over to the Blood river, he saw the reflection of the moon within the murky waters. The smell made his snout wrinkle, he knew that there was some crocodiles around probably but he didn't mind at the time. Everything was numb and everything was silent. Part of him wished he was back in the treehouse with Aine talking about random topics and hearing the constant sighs of Gael... Or playing a game of chess. He wanted to get it off his mind despite how selfish it was. That's what he was. Selfish. He had always been selfish. He gritted his teeth once more letting a breath brush pass his closed jaws, he turned away from the Blood river.
He took some heavy steps in the direction of home, the Pitt, he could never show his face back in the Typhoon. His ears pressed flat against his skull but he seemed to hesitate "What do I do?" He wished there was some way to made his decision and stay loyal to a single group, he sat down slowly with mottled tail curled around his forepaws. He glanced up at the moon as if expecting it to answer him but, Ry knew that it wouldn't. He had already lost his luna, why would the Moon bother uttering a word to him? Disloyal. Selfish. Arrogant. And useless. He held his breath for a moment only to mutter quietly "It's just a name..." His paws reaching to his ear to remove his earring but he stopped hearing someone walking about. He turned around with a growl "Whose there?"
BUT THE FLOWER'S IN MY HAND
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
— Reggan