05-21-2021, 05:12 PM
( tw // gore && death )
What... was going on? It all happened so fast that Arvid couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything. Instead, he was just forced to watch in shock as Sojourn lunged at Solsken, and Oleander. The thane's voice was firm as he said, sounding anguished, "Sojourn, stop! We only want to help y–" He wasn't given a chance to finish his call, though. Sojourn was already rushing in his direction, and although he managed to stumble backwards, he still couldn't dodge her attack. A cry of pain left him as the kingpin's teeth sank into his neck, but he couldn't speak for much longer. Vital parts were torn from his body without any remorse from Sojourn, and his blood spilled out over the ground, staining it a dark and horrifying red. Arvid barely managed to glance around as he felt himself drifting, catching sight of Aphra rushing over urgently. He knew that it was too late for him, though. You couldn't just replace an esophagus.
It was a shame, really. Arvid hadn't been the best kid – he knew that, even if he liked to think of himself as the best. Still, he had tried. He had been a pretty good kid, and a canine with plenty of potential. And yet... here he was, his life cut short by the very person he had been trying to satisfy. To help. There was a sort of poetic tragedy, as the dire wolf's lifeblood spilled out onto the ground beneath him, and his multicolored eyes fell shut. His heart slowed before eventually coming to a stop, his body going limp as his head dropped to the side. The others may have only been injured, but Arvid? The young thane was gone, leaving nothing more than a brief and hopeful legacy behind.
What... was going on? It all happened so fast that Arvid couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything. Instead, he was just forced to watch in shock as Sojourn lunged at Solsken, and Oleander. The thane's voice was firm as he said, sounding anguished, "Sojourn, stop! We only want to help y–" He wasn't given a chance to finish his call, though. Sojourn was already rushing in his direction, and although he managed to stumble backwards, he still couldn't dodge her attack. A cry of pain left him as the kingpin's teeth sank into his neck, but he couldn't speak for much longer. Vital parts were torn from his body without any remorse from Sojourn, and his blood spilled out over the ground, staining it a dark and horrifying red. Arvid barely managed to glance around as he felt himself drifting, catching sight of Aphra rushing over urgently. He knew that it was too late for him, though. You couldn't just replace an esophagus.
It was a shame, really. Arvid hadn't been the best kid – he knew that, even if he liked to think of himself as the best. Still, he had tried. He had been a pretty good kid, and a canine with plenty of potential. And yet... here he was, his life cut short by the very person he had been trying to satisfy. To help. There was a sort of poetic tragedy, as the dire wolf's lifeblood spilled out onto the ground beneath him, and his multicolored eyes fell shut. His heart slowed before eventually coming to a stop, his body going limp as his head dropped to the side. The others may have only been injured, but Arvid? The young thane was gone, leaving nothing more than a brief and hopeful legacy behind.
i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass