You will never do anything in this world without courage.
He knew it was a risk. Yet he'd come anyways. He'd kissed Lena one last time and made sure Sol was safe. He'd used everything he could to help, including putting himself within range of the yeti's deadly strikes.
So as the blow came for him, Zavien didn't fight the fear, embracing it as a sign of his humanity and what he'd been able to accomplish. His heart broke for his companion, who would be condemned to a life crushing grief. The poor dragon didn't deserve this, but all things considered, he'd come farther than he ever thought he would. Just a year ago, he felt alone, like it was him against the world, like he wouldn't amount to anything. He'd always dreamed of being a Dragoon, of helping people, of making a difference. Koa had given him that and so much more. He'd found a family with the Dragoons and everyone he'd met along the way. They'd helped him hone the skills he'd been developing his whole life and shown him what it meant to be a team, laughing and smiling through it all. He'd miss them; but he'd miss Lena's smiling face the most. He hoped they'd care for her with him gone. She was strong, but he hoped they'd help her move past this, to help her smile again.
The claws hooked against his side in a bleary moment of pain. His lungs filled with blood as they drove him up into the air, a sputtering cough of red wracking his body. He should be feeling more. More pain. More fear. Yet all he felt was a cold numbness, a mercy against the ripping and tearing of his body. Maybe it was peace? The snowy owl flew away while the yeti was struggling against Mel's bombardment of fiery arrows and Alys had been far enough away to avoid the slash. They were powerful women, but Zavien still sent up one last prayer in hopes that the gods might send them strength.
In the end, he was happy. And as the breath left him and the darkness came, there was a soft smile upon his bloody lips.
Zavien has died. ;_;
So as the blow came for him, Zavien didn't fight the fear, embracing it as a sign of his humanity and what he'd been able to accomplish. His heart broke for his companion, who would be condemned to a life crushing grief. The poor dragon didn't deserve this, but all things considered, he'd come farther than he ever thought he would. Just a year ago, he felt alone, like it was him against the world, like he wouldn't amount to anything. He'd always dreamed of being a Dragoon, of helping people, of making a difference. Koa had given him that and so much more. He'd found a family with the Dragoons and everyone he'd met along the way. They'd helped him hone the skills he'd been developing his whole life and shown him what it meant to be a team, laughing and smiling through it all. He'd miss them; but he'd miss Lena's smiling face the most. He hoped they'd care for her with him gone. She was strong, but he hoped they'd help her move past this, to help her smile again.
The claws hooked against his side in a bleary moment of pain. His lungs filled with blood as they drove him up into the air, a sputtering cough of red wracking his body. He should be feeling more. More pain. More fear. Yet all he felt was a cold numbness, a mercy against the ripping and tearing of his body. Maybe it was peace? The snowy owl flew away while the yeti was struggling against Mel's bombardment of fiery arrows and Alys had been far enough away to avoid the slash. They were powerful women, but Zavien still sent up one last prayer in hopes that the gods might send them strength.
In the end, he was happy. And as the breath left him and the darkness came, there was a soft smile upon his bloody lips.
Zavien has died. ;_;
Zavien
It is the greatest quality of mind next to honor.
