by Wilte » Mon Mar 26, 2012 3:07 am
A pang of terror ripped through Rancor. For perhaps only the third time in his life, he was scared. A squealing sound emitted from where he had taken off, causing him to freeze in mid flight, before he had left the canopy. . .His heart pounded uncertainly, and his rage drained from his face momentarily, consumed by worry and thought.
His wings stopped flapping, he was stunned, as he remembered -- he fell to the ground from the tops of the trees, landing sturdily, but nearly collapsing. His thoughts. . .Made him weak. He turned slowly towards Mogurew's home, his predator eyes blinking.
Mogurew was collapsed on the floor, his home in shambles.
Look what you've done, you useless Charizard!
Focus!
You ruin everything! We lost!
Rancor let out a short, startled, bark-like scream and ran over to Mogurew. He bent down over his body, nudging him lightly with his snout, gently, so that he didn't hurt him. The pokemon who had been so kind to him. . .Look what happens!
Look what happens!
He felt tremendous anger towards himself. "Mogurew. . ." He said softly, an odd tone for his usually harsh ways. His hot, smoky breath stirred the fur on his motionless friend. Quickly glancing up, he saw that he had also destroyed his home. . .
He clenched his eyes shut, his mouth in a noiseless, twisted snarl as he regretted what he had done.
He wasn't moving. . .
Rancor backed away several paces, slowly. He stared at his friend with glazed eyes. His only friend. . .
Why did he not stir?
Charizards were a loud species. But this, this -- it called for much more. A human-like, regretful scream tore through the forest as he tossed his head up towards the air, to let all know-
What he had done.
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Rising onto my feet, I was left with nothing to
do but accept these inexplicable truths as my last source of comfort.
I wasn't dead. At least, I didn't think so. I don't remember how I got here, or why I came. I could possibly be dreaming, I suppose; that would explain the terribly strange occurrences that haunt every footstep taken in this place. The land itself is disorienting; the scents are dull and I'm beginning to forget things, like my name.
Rylan.
I hadn't lost it yet, the way I have already lost myself, and I can't seem to find a way home. Home. I need to go back, but somehow the task seems impossible. I don't even know which way to walk. I'm tired. And alone. And wet.
But I'm not afraid.➜ Servidae on deviantart.com :: Currently drawing. :: Offline.
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