KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
The grip on his ankle was sudden and made Korbin stumble. The unfamiliar rocking of the boat threw him off balance, and with a sharp crack his head connected with the dock. Lights flared before his eyes. There was a tug, and a splash, and suddenly water rose up to swallow him. The instinctual gasp only made it worse as filthy harbor water rushed into his lungs, foul and tasting of salt, of fish, of all the trash that humans throw aside when they grow too lazy to carry them.
A voice kept intruding into his mind. Over and over, talking about it. Korbin didn't know what it was. He snarled soundlessly over the mental intrusion, hating the connection with strangers, with riffraff and traitors that still had a free pass into his innermost thoughts. He never invited them. Never wanted them there. Streaming across the attuned bond, his assailant would be barraged with hurt feelings - "I helped you!" - and mounting fear. Korbin tried to kick free, but his limbs had already lost strength. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't see. Even his wolf eyes could not penetrate this darkness.
Thrashing in blind panic, his hand went instinctively to the orb in his pocket. The only soothing light he had found. Pouring all of his anger, and pain, and terror into it, the gemstone began to glow. Stonger, and stronger, as life slowly ebbed away. When he grew still, a bright flash shot upward. Splitting the darkness with the brightest star he had ever created, guiding the way towards the stars.
"Weaver... Noah..." But his sister could not hear him. And he had gone where his brother could no longer reach.
How ironic, that life would suddenly taste so sweet only when it finally was over.
Korbin has passed away.
A voice kept intruding into his mind. Over and over, talking about it. Korbin didn't know what it was. He snarled soundlessly over the mental intrusion, hating the connection with strangers, with riffraff and traitors that still had a free pass into his innermost thoughts. He never invited them. Never wanted them there. Streaming across the attuned bond, his assailant would be barraged with hurt feelings - "I helped you!" - and mounting fear. Korbin tried to kick free, but his limbs had already lost strength. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't see. Even his wolf eyes could not penetrate this darkness.
Thrashing in blind panic, his hand went instinctively to the orb in his pocket. The only soothing light he had found. Pouring all of his anger, and pain, and terror into it, the gemstone began to glow. Stonger, and stronger, as life slowly ebbed away. When he grew still, a bright flash shot upward. Splitting the darkness with the brightest star he had ever created, guiding the way towards the stars.
"Weaver... Noah..." But his sister could not hear him. And he had gone where his brother could no longer reach.
How ironic, that life would suddenly taste so sweet only when it finally was over.
Korbin has passed away.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
