Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 31, 2007 15:57:29 GMT -5
The black wolf was ready.
Too long had there been torture in every step. Too long had he been separated from everyone and everything that he had once held dear. Too long had he waited to feel the comforting wind buffet his face in the dark. Too long had he postponed his death…
And now, standing amidst the darkened field while the moon radiated brightly overhead, swathing the land in ghostly moonshine, he was ready. He would not wait any longer.
Fell raced forward, every ounce of his brain screaming in voices too high-pitched or low-pitched to comprehend. But they were there, alright… they were there. Maddening voices in his head, clawing at his mind and biting down on the single, skinny thread of sinewy sanity that kept him from allowing the horrible disease to consume his body whole. But it was time to let the strand snap, time to let lose the animal roaring within.
But he would do it with great reason.
The scent swept across his muzzle, and he angled his pawsteps in that direction. His prey was near.
Magnus snarled, wincing as another shudder racked his body. He was heavily scarred after being beaten by his malicious mentor, Mephisto, and after unsuccessfully attempting to murder Arroyo during the final battle. Maybe, if I try again, I can get that son of a cat Arroyo once and for all… And maybe horde together a few Siverian faes while I’m at it. Magnus licked his lips, as if hungering. Yeah, that’s what’ll do…
Behind him, he heard a twig snap. His ears shot up, erect, and he swiveled about.
“Whose there?”
A shadow towered above him, balancing expertly on the branch of a tree. Icy sapphires glinted in the moonlight, staring down at Magnus. Glowering at him. “Your maker.”
Fell launched himself from his perch, ramming into Magnus with all the strength he could muster. Everything depended on his accuracy and his self-control. Soon, however, if everything went as planned, the battle would rely on his brute strength and mindless rage.
“You--?” Magnus was knocked onto his back, growling in surprise. He felt claws slash at his neck. Scars reopened in blasts of searing pain and unbearable burning. He was bleeding again.
For a brief moment, Magnus was able to tear away from the fray, chest heaving as he lay on his side. “Who the hell are you?”
“Don’t fake ignorance, Magnus,” Fell hissed, lowering himself into a battle crouch. “You’ve spent your life causing families devastation with murder, rape, and disregard to chivalry or decency. Do you or do you not deny participating in any of these actions, my dear whelp?”
Magnus hesitated for a split second. “What does it matter to you?”
“Qué anda alrededor se recupera—what goes around comes around.” Fell flexed his muscles, and took a small pace forward. “All the lives you destroyed never had the chance to get even… well, I’ve dedicated my own life to avenge their’s. Revenge is a curious thing…” Foamy saliva dripped from his jaws, and the voices screamed in his brain. “You never know when or how, but you always… succumb to it.”
He shot forward, fangs flashing in the night. He dug his incisors into Magnus’ flesh, howling, “¡Por la noche y las sombras, yo comend usted al juicio! ¡Dios me perdona!”
By the night and the shadows, I comend you to judgement! God forgive me!
At last the fibers of his sanity broke. His mind reeled. Rabies overwhelmed all judgement of right and wrong…
They rolled through the trees, every movement in their quarrel leading them closer to the edge of a cliff. The same cliff Fell had attempted to jump off to catch a star. The same cliff Merci had saved Fell from. And the same cliff that sheltered the crystalline cavern, and the final resting place of Merci herself.
And they were falling.
Magnus hit the water first, choking for air… choking for breath. But he was too weak, and was pulled to the bottom. Drowned.
But Fell… Fell remained at the surface… dazed and confused… bleeding from a fatal wound in his head. But his crown was tilted to the night sky… and it was there that he saw stars in the inky darkness. And one was shining above all the rest.
His body was slowly going under now. All that was left was his nostrils, inhaling one more breath. His eyes, though submerged, were opened. He could see the star reflected on the water, directly above him. It was bright, it was close… he reached out with a paw and touched it. It shimmered in response.
I finally touched a star… he thought, mind slipping away. The voices weren’t there anymore. They had spared him his final moments free of insanity and bloodlust. Then, he thought of Merci. …But I also loved one, too.
Finally, he went completely under. His eyes slowly closed, the image of the star burning in the back of his mind. Moments later, his eyes were completely closed, and the wolf who had given so much to everyone was no more.
Fell was dead.
Too long had there been torture in every step. Too long had he been separated from everyone and everything that he had once held dear. Too long had he waited to feel the comforting wind buffet his face in the dark. Too long had he postponed his death…
And now, standing amidst the darkened field while the moon radiated brightly overhead, swathing the land in ghostly moonshine, he was ready. He would not wait any longer.
Fell raced forward, every ounce of his brain screaming in voices too high-pitched or low-pitched to comprehend. But they were there, alright… they were there. Maddening voices in his head, clawing at his mind and biting down on the single, skinny thread of sinewy sanity that kept him from allowing the horrible disease to consume his body whole. But it was time to let the strand snap, time to let lose the animal roaring within.
But he would do it with great reason.
The scent swept across his muzzle, and he angled his pawsteps in that direction. His prey was near.
Magnus snarled, wincing as another shudder racked his body. He was heavily scarred after being beaten by his malicious mentor, Mephisto, and after unsuccessfully attempting to murder Arroyo during the final battle. Maybe, if I try again, I can get that son of a cat Arroyo once and for all… And maybe horde together a few Siverian faes while I’m at it. Magnus licked his lips, as if hungering. Yeah, that’s what’ll do…
Behind him, he heard a twig snap. His ears shot up, erect, and he swiveled about.
“Whose there?”
A shadow towered above him, balancing expertly on the branch of a tree. Icy sapphires glinted in the moonlight, staring down at Magnus. Glowering at him. “Your maker.”
Fell launched himself from his perch, ramming into Magnus with all the strength he could muster. Everything depended on his accuracy and his self-control. Soon, however, if everything went as planned, the battle would rely on his brute strength and mindless rage.
“You--?” Magnus was knocked onto his back, growling in surprise. He felt claws slash at his neck. Scars reopened in blasts of searing pain and unbearable burning. He was bleeding again.
For a brief moment, Magnus was able to tear away from the fray, chest heaving as he lay on his side. “Who the hell are you?”
“Don’t fake ignorance, Magnus,” Fell hissed, lowering himself into a battle crouch. “You’ve spent your life causing families devastation with murder, rape, and disregard to chivalry or decency. Do you or do you not deny participating in any of these actions, my dear whelp?”
Magnus hesitated for a split second. “What does it matter to you?”
“Qué anda alrededor se recupera—what goes around comes around.” Fell flexed his muscles, and took a small pace forward. “All the lives you destroyed never had the chance to get even… well, I’ve dedicated my own life to avenge their’s. Revenge is a curious thing…” Foamy saliva dripped from his jaws, and the voices screamed in his brain. “You never know when or how, but you always… succumb to it.”
He shot forward, fangs flashing in the night. He dug his incisors into Magnus’ flesh, howling, “¡Por la noche y las sombras, yo comend usted al juicio! ¡Dios me perdona!”
By the night and the shadows, I comend you to judgement! God forgive me!
At last the fibers of his sanity broke. His mind reeled. Rabies overwhelmed all judgement of right and wrong…
They rolled through the trees, every movement in their quarrel leading them closer to the edge of a cliff. The same cliff Fell had attempted to jump off to catch a star. The same cliff Merci had saved Fell from. And the same cliff that sheltered the crystalline cavern, and the final resting place of Merci herself.
And they were falling.
Magnus hit the water first, choking for air… choking for breath. But he was too weak, and was pulled to the bottom. Drowned.
But Fell… Fell remained at the surface… dazed and confused… bleeding from a fatal wound in his head. But his crown was tilted to the night sky… and it was there that he saw stars in the inky darkness. And one was shining above all the rest.
His body was slowly going under now. All that was left was his nostrils, inhaling one more breath. His eyes, though submerged, were opened. He could see the star reflected on the water, directly above him. It was bright, it was close… he reached out with a paw and touched it. It shimmered in response.
I finally touched a star… he thought, mind slipping away. The voices weren’t there anymore. They had spared him his final moments free of insanity and bloodlust. Then, he thought of Merci. …But I also loved one, too.
Finally, he went completely under. His eyes slowly closed, the image of the star burning in the back of his mind. Moments later, his eyes were completely closed, and the wolf who had given so much to everyone was no more.
Fell was dead.
"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
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