Aug 31 2015, 01:30 AM
Although he'd gone back to Monoceros, back to where he had left Booker and Baratheon, he'd had to get away. Panic was beginning to make him hyperventilate and his breathing had reverted back to raspy gasps. Why he had decided to come all the way back here, to where he had first captured Booker and Baratheon he wasn't sure why. Eventually, he was reduced to crawling as he pushed through the dirt and debris around the Monarch, getting called closer to the mushroom. Cuts began to graze up his legs as he inched his way forwards before finally collapsing. Blood was on his paws, not even indirectly he had forced Wynry to his death. Snapped in his face, tried to nip at his front legs to get him to let go. What the actual fuck was he doing with his life.
There was no guilt, whatever he had been feeling before had disintegrated as soon as it had come. Yes, he'd enjoyed it and yes, he'd do it again. What he couldn't wrap his head around was the fact of how easy it had been. After much time he had a clear understanding of the fragility of life, but to actually see himself snap it away so easily. Swallowing, from where he lay he merely peered up at the Monarch, his one eye looking it over carefully before he came back to rest his head back on the ground. Tail having dragged through the dirt, it was caught up with leaves and twigs but his pelt was a muddy and dusty mess. Despite wanting to remain cleanly, he had neglected proper care over the past couple of days and weeks to focus on bigger projects.
Aware that he was a prime target for possible predatory creatures, he made sure to prepare himself to unleash one of his spells if the time should call for it. Paws outstretched in front of him, he looked at the black stockings as he curled and uncurled his little paw ankle fist things. If he'd actually physically touched Wynry in shoving him off, maybe he'd feel worse, but he doubted it as he began to grin to himself. What joy that had been. But he silently cursed himself for fleeing in the others had arrived and not having allowed himself time to collect the sheep's stone. No matter.
There was plenty of opportunity to gather other stones.
There was no guilt, whatever he had been feeling before had disintegrated as soon as it had come. Yes, he'd enjoyed it and yes, he'd do it again. What he couldn't wrap his head around was the fact of how easy it had been. After much time he had a clear understanding of the fragility of life, but to actually see himself snap it away so easily. Swallowing, from where he lay he merely peered up at the Monarch, his one eye looking it over carefully before he came back to rest his head back on the ground. Tail having dragged through the dirt, it was caught up with leaves and twigs but his pelt was a muddy and dusty mess. Despite wanting to remain cleanly, he had neglected proper care over the past couple of days and weeks to focus on bigger projects.
Aware that he was a prime target for possible predatory creatures, he made sure to prepare himself to unleash one of his spells if the time should call for it. Paws outstretched in front of him, he looked at the black stockings as he curled and uncurled his little paw ankle fist things. If he'd actually physically touched Wynry in shoving him off, maybe he'd feel worse, but he doubted it as he began to grin to himself. What joy that had been. But he silently cursed himself for fleeing in the others had arrived and not having allowed himself time to collect the sheep's stone. No matter.
There was plenty of opportunity to gather other stones.
@Sia