02-06-2017, 11:07 PM
He never gave warnings or threats.
Never.
He only did so now for Atrani's sake, because she was just a babe, his babe, and she had yet to learn of his darkness that would always shield her, always protect her. This dark strength was born into him and expertly tapped into by a powerful sorcerer, shaped and honed then released for just this purpose. This fool had received two free passes and still didn't listen.
His first was used when he touched her. Dovev had no qualms against killing him instantly without a warning. He never gave warnings. Never.
His second was used when he ignored the generosity of such a warning, given for Atrani's sake only. And now he would die. Because he dared to touch her again. Did he think Dovev liked the sound of his own voice? He said he would die and he meant it. That time was now.
Still no warning. Still no shift in his posture or flicker in his eyes. No mighty roar.
A flash of movement and Dovev shot into him. The brute force of a point-blank cannon transferred from the bone plate at his shoulder to the youth, possibly knocking him back or down. But he didn't give him a chance to recover, did not give another free pass at life as he followed through with vicious teeth towards his throat.
Because that's what he did. He killed. Swiftly, without warning. Without regret.
Atrani was the most precious thing on this earth, his one treasure. And he was recreated for precisely this. He would die, gutted and in pieces, before anyone took her from him.
Buried in his one-track mind, locked tightly away where he couldn't reach it, was the pain of her pulling away from him. The sharp stab of her shunning him, rejecting him. Even Cerva had never done that, even as she lie wilted and broken at his feet she had still allowed his touch. Even as she saw the physical changes in him, the grotesquely skeleton-thin body replacing his mass of muscles, the repulsive plates protruding forth from within him where smooth, flawless skin used to be. Even then she had loved him.
And her Happiness, his perfect Atrani, conceived from their love, destroyed him.
Buried in his solid chest was his obliterated heart.
Never.
He only did so now for Atrani's sake, because she was just a babe, his babe, and she had yet to learn of his darkness that would always shield her, always protect her. This dark strength was born into him and expertly tapped into by a powerful sorcerer, shaped and honed then released for just this purpose. This fool had received two free passes and still didn't listen.
His first was used when he touched her. Dovev had no qualms against killing him instantly without a warning. He never gave warnings. Never.
His second was used when he ignored the generosity of such a warning, given for Atrani's sake only. And now he would die. Because he dared to touch her again. Did he think Dovev liked the sound of his own voice? He said he would die and he meant it. That time was now.
Still no warning. Still no shift in his posture or flicker in his eyes. No mighty roar.
A flash of movement and Dovev shot into him. The brute force of a point-blank cannon transferred from the bone plate at his shoulder to the youth, possibly knocking him back or down. But he didn't give him a chance to recover, did not give another free pass at life as he followed through with vicious teeth towards his throat.
Because that's what he did. He killed. Swiftly, without warning. Without regret.
Atrani was the most precious thing on this earth, his one treasure. And he was recreated for precisely this. He would die, gutted and in pieces, before anyone took her from him.
Buried in his one-track mind, locked tightly away where he couldn't reach it, was the pain of her pulling away from him. The sharp stab of her shunning him, rejecting him. Even Cerva had never done that, even as she lie wilted and broken at his feet she had still allowed his touch. Even as she saw the physical changes in him, the grotesquely skeleton-thin body replacing his mass of muscles, the repulsive plates protruding forth from within him where smooth, flawless skin used to be. Even then she had loved him.
And her Happiness, his perfect Atrani, conceived from their love, destroyed him.
Buried in his solid chest was his obliterated heart.
