His fingers were in her mane, in her fur, gently guiding the trusting pony forward in the night. She leaned into the ropes, despite how uncomfortable they were. They dug against her skin, so he whispered soothingly to her, watching her eyes, her ears, her muzzle; close behind him Amalia cried out their success.
He felt the shiver travel down the ropes as the crossbeam came to rest against the top, and asked his pony to stop, to be its anchor as they figured—
the shriek was like a whiplash through his mind
His fingers slid through thick, gray fur, towards the disturbed and bloodied snow. His knees met the ground, sending a painful jolt through his entire body. The darkness whispered again. Rory, dumbfounded, stared at his empty hands. He wasn't supposed to.. shouldn't have...
What had been the point of it, anyway? Anger flashed in his eyes, lips pulling into a snarl as he glanced up at Amalia; he staggered to his feet. She was always so pitiful, so pathetic, so anxious—she knew all her ideas were shit so why did she voice them anyway?
They were doing her dirty work here in the darkness, and what was she going to do when the perch was whole again? Probably just fucking leave them out here and take all the credit for herself, thinking her precious gods would finally notice her pitiful existence.
Edy screamed at her, and from where he was standing, he could almost imagine feeling it—the life that left her body, until it was just Amalia, collapsed on the ground.
She'd got what was coming for her.
So now it was time for the loudmouthed girl to get her due too, so when she came over to Amalia he flailed ineffectually at her. He was just so tired, his body heavy, sluggish, but the endless night kept whispering in his ears, urging him on, even as Edrei picked up the prone girl and took off with her.
Rory swayed on his feet, and his smoldering eyes fell on the white raven next.
He felt the shiver travel down the ropes as the crossbeam came to rest against the top, and asked his pony to stop, to be its anchor as they figured—
the shriek was like a whiplash through his mind
His fingers slid through thick, gray fur, towards the disturbed and bloodied snow. His knees met the ground, sending a painful jolt through his entire body. The darkness whispered again. Rory, dumbfounded, stared at his empty hands. He wasn't supposed to.. shouldn't have...
What had been the point of it, anyway? Anger flashed in his eyes, lips pulling into a snarl as he glanced up at Amalia; he staggered to his feet. She was always so pitiful, so pathetic, so anxious—she knew all her ideas were shit so why did she voice them anyway?
They were doing her dirty work here in the darkness, and what was she going to do when the perch was whole again? Probably just fucking leave them out here and take all the credit for herself, thinking her precious gods would finally notice her pitiful existence.
Edy screamed at her, and from where he was standing, he could almost imagine feeling it—the life that left her body, until it was just Amalia, collapsed on the ground.
She'd got what was coming for her.
So now it was time for the loudmouthed girl to get her due too, so when she came over to Amalia he flailed ineffectually at her. He was just so tired, his body heavy, sluggish, but the endless night kept whispering in his ears, urging him on, even as Edrei picked up the prone girl and took off with her.
Rory swayed on his feet, and his smoldering eyes fell on the white raven next.
