04-19-2021, 12:18 PM
Leonine, the stallion paced the shoreline. There was murder in his eyes, impossible to miss, and made worse by the impotence he felt. Eyas remained huddled by their daughter's still form. He knew better than to disturb her. Instead, he had flown miles daily in search of the vaguely-described antagonists, patchwork images taken third hand from his son's mind.
It was futile. Maddeningly impossible to track the waterbound mare and her scaled companion, though he made every effort to drag them back. They'd had their fun though, and it seemed they'd vanished as soon as Brash had broken through into their vicious game.
The colt shivered now, though it had been some time. He wouldn't leave his sister's side, even if Eyas didn't let him near enough to touch her. Tana wanted justice for the wrongs done to his family. For the chasm that had so suddenly broken the serenity they had pieced together on this island.
It was a hapless bull elk on the mainland that had taken his wrath instead.
The draconic stallion returned to Islandres stinking of gore and no happier than he'd been when he left, but spent of any energy to continue his quest. For once, the Dragon's bloodlust was matched by his own. He suspected that neither would be quenched until he held two heads in his claws, and tore them from the necks of their owners, and had presented them ever so sweetly to the mother of his fallen child.
Pacing was getting him no closer to that day. It was only winding the spring in his chest ever tighter, and causing weak threads of smoke to vent from his nose.
"There's no sign of them," he admitted roughly upon returning to the makeshift den. It galled him to say it, but it was true. Worse was to say it while Ehko's body lay curled and torn within sight. He'd let her down. More than Eyas, more than anyone, he'd let his baby girl down as her protector. As her father. He had to look away.
@[Eyas]
It was futile. Maddeningly impossible to track the waterbound mare and her scaled companion, though he made every effort to drag them back. They'd had their fun though, and it seemed they'd vanished as soon as Brash had broken through into their vicious game.
The colt shivered now, though it had been some time. He wouldn't leave his sister's side, even if Eyas didn't let him near enough to touch her. Tana wanted justice for the wrongs done to his family. For the chasm that had so suddenly broken the serenity they had pieced together on this island.
It was a hapless bull elk on the mainland that had taken his wrath instead.
The draconic stallion returned to Islandres stinking of gore and no happier than he'd been when he left, but spent of any energy to continue his quest. For once, the Dragon's bloodlust was matched by his own. He suspected that neither would be quenched until he held two heads in his claws, and tore them from the necks of their owners, and had presented them ever so sweetly to the mother of his fallen child.
Pacing was getting him no closer to that day. It was only winding the spring in his chest ever tighter, and causing weak threads of smoke to vent from his nose.
"There's no sign of them," he admitted roughly upon returning to the makeshift den. It galled him to say it, but it was true. Worse was to say it while Ehko's body lay curled and torn within sight. He'd let her down. More than Eyas, more than anyone, he'd let his baby girl down as her protector. As her father. He had to look away.
@[Eyas]