11-25-2020, 01:54 AM
His entire felt tired as he flew through the moonlit skies with half closed eyes, he landed onto the sand letting his body sink into the cool sand yet it was short lived as the uncomfortable heat engulfed him once more. It drove him nuts but the bleeding draconid boy was already making his way across the sand, dragging his tail along, and his paws with each step shook slightly. Blood dripped from his nose and maw yet his tired mind wished to see that place which held a special spot within that heart of his, Trygve pushed through the foliage as his body wobbled to the sides. Just a little longer, he thought feeling his wings growing heavy against his spine yet he did his best to ignore it as he trudged along until he came into the clearing with several butterflies that were perched upon several hibiscus flowers."I'm here... I'm here..." He mumbled out as he fell over unable to hold in a pained wheeze, he curled up there feeling his insides continuing to bubble.
"Aine... Aine... Aine... Je t'aime," He wheezed out only to burst into a fit of coughing as he covered his mouth to muffle the said coughs not wanting to draw attention to himself, he glanced down at his paws seeing the blood mixed with bits of lava that began to burn at his paws. He could die here. A pained smile on his maw as his eyes grow hazy, the tears more frequent as they fell down his face. He deserved to die alone, he was a piece of shit, after all, it was only natural for him to burn away and decay alone. But the boy pushed himself to his paws reaching out to grab one of the hibiscus flowers that grew from one of the trees, he held it gently in his paws before bringing the flower to his nose despite how it was bleeding and blood already was beginning to dry slightly "L-Lottie..." Blood and salty tears dripped onto the flower though he realized a bit late that his paws had been burning away at the flower itself causing him to frown as he set it down. Destructive. He left the place leaving traces of blood, dried lava, and a few obsidian hued scales.
He managed to pick himself off the ground once more making his way to Haven Island where he and Natyli had decided to stay. It was their place and no one could ever take that from them. Once he landed into the sand with scales, fur, and blood falling from him did the draconid boy begin to make his trek towards the shared homes. He began to reminiscence and recall the memories they had made together, he finally came to the porch of the home. He glanced up to the window of the highest room that belonged to Natyli. He pulled out the blade that Michael had given him for his birthday only to find himself staring at his reflection and noticing for the first time how frail he appeared. He set it down on the porch only to reach on his skin and pluck out one of the scales that dug into his skin, he threw it at the window.
"Nat-" He wanted to call out before he burst into another coughing fit, he decided that it was best if he left now. So, without another thought. Trygve would spread his wings and flew into the night sky only briefly glancing over his shoulder to look at his former home, the pains in his chest not only physical but now emotional pain gripped and squeezed at his heart. It would be okay. They wouldn't see his broken body and they would never find it, he was determined. His eyes already locking onto a nearby island did he dive down to not be seen.
/ he isn't there so you won't find him, just a fyi
"Aine... Aine... Aine... Je t'aime," He wheezed out only to burst into a fit of coughing as he covered his mouth to muffle the said coughs not wanting to draw attention to himself, he glanced down at his paws seeing the blood mixed with bits of lava that began to burn at his paws. He could die here. A pained smile on his maw as his eyes grow hazy, the tears more frequent as they fell down his face. He deserved to die alone, he was a piece of shit, after all, it was only natural for him to burn away and decay alone. But the boy pushed himself to his paws reaching out to grab one of the hibiscus flowers that grew from one of the trees, he held it gently in his paws before bringing the flower to his nose despite how it was bleeding and blood already was beginning to dry slightly "L-Lottie..." Blood and salty tears dripped onto the flower though he realized a bit late that his paws had been burning away at the flower itself causing him to frown as he set it down. Destructive. He left the place leaving traces of blood, dried lava, and a few obsidian hued scales.
He managed to pick himself off the ground once more making his way to Haven Island where he and Natyli had decided to stay. It was their place and no one could ever take that from them. Once he landed into the sand with scales, fur, and blood falling from him did the draconid boy begin to make his trek towards the shared homes. He began to reminiscence and recall the memories they had made together, he finally came to the porch of the home. He glanced up to the window of the highest room that belonged to Natyli. He pulled out the blade that Michael had given him for his birthday only to find himself staring at his reflection and noticing for the first time how frail he appeared. He set it down on the porch only to reach on his skin and pluck out one of the scales that dug into his skin, he threw it at the window.
"Nat-" He wanted to call out before he burst into another coughing fit, he decided that it was best if he left now. So, without another thought. Trygve would spread his wings and flew into the night sky only briefly glancing over his shoulder to look at his former home, the pains in his chest not only physical but now emotional pain gripped and squeezed at his heart. It would be okay. They wouldn't see his broken body and they would never find it, he was determined. His eyes already locking onto a nearby island did he dive down to not be seen.
/ he isn't there so you won't find him, just a fyi