02-08-2021, 06:59 PM
Romulus had been there with them. He watched as the pirate's sword swung downwards, impaling his father's flesh and successfully decapitating him. The rush of crimson, earth flying upwards, dire screeching, and victorious taunting wracked his brain daily, enabling an unknown rage that laid inside him. The lion had acted out, taken matters into his own paws, and dealt with what he could, only to be defeated in the end. Fury engulfed his mindset, only to be taken over by denial and regret, leaving acceptance to hit him last. He wasn't ready though. It was too soon.
As soft paws fidgeted with the grass below, his head bowed down to the floor. Alabaster teeth gritted together. The multicolored beast shook his head in frustration, now ripping at the weak earth beneath his claws. A ragged breath left him as he raised his head with rounded ears beginning to listen to his mother's emotional speech. With every word, the stone below subtly shook and the hellfire exerted from his paws flickered upwards. If only his father hadn't been courageous and kept under the mist's vale, he'd be alive. After all, he was 'the reason why we survived the destruction of our home.'
A growl exited Romulus. Small bouts of lava pooled underneath him, only to settle as he finished exhaling. His mother's speech finalized and the pyre was lit, but the hollow hole in his chest and regretful pain remained. When she asked for any words, his son only closed his eyes and whispered a dejected goodbye.
As soft paws fidgeted with the grass below, his head bowed down to the floor. Alabaster teeth gritted together. The multicolored beast shook his head in frustration, now ripping at the weak earth beneath his claws. A ragged breath left him as he raised his head with rounded ears beginning to listen to his mother's emotional speech. With every word, the stone below subtly shook and the hellfire exerted from his paws flickered upwards. If only his father hadn't been courageous and kept under the mist's vale, he'd be alive. After all, he was 'the reason why we survived the destruction of our home.'
A growl exited Romulus. Small bouts of lava pooled underneath him, only to settle as he finished exhaling. His mother's speech finalized and the pyre was lit, but the hollow hole in his chest and regretful pain remained. When she asked for any words, his son only closed his eyes and whispered a dejected goodbye.