Post by QuibbleCur on Feb 16, 2020 14:14:58 GMT -6
A R O K H
Serora | Outcast
Serora | Outcast
”IF YOU LOSE TRACK OF ME, JUST LOOK FOR THE EXPLOSIONS!”
The sky above Arokh was as soaked and dripping with blood as the slickened ground beneath his hooves where it streaked and pooled in the earth which had been disturbed and torn up by a thousand hooves.
He sliced. He slashed. His bloody blade in his golden grip seemed to cry out for as though as he galloped through his foes. Rising and falling in a dance of silver arcs as it cut through air and flesh alike he sowed death for the glory of Aodh alongside his kin.
The hate that coiled in his chest loosened its grip slightly filling the hoplite with pride of the kills, and a sadistic joy seeped into his consciousness compelling him to revel in his strength, his superiority, at how easily his foes fell like ash before him.
But Arokh didn’t feel triumphant. He felt disconnected and sick to his stomach
Fear seared through the stallion’s form. A mounting dread froze his blood long before he heard the scream he knew was coming.
And when it came it darkened the world as the sound pierced Arokh’s heart. Like an actor in a well rehearsed play he turned knowing full well the sight he’d find and to see enemy soldiers hacking at a fallen kirin.
Tabs!
He roared with the might of dragons as he charged them to help his friend who lay there in a river of her own blood. Her left fore leg was… he didn’t look at the scene longer. he couldn’t. He took his horror and cast it into the fire of his anger. Turning it to fury. The three who’d overwhelmed Tabvara saw him coming for them like a demon meeting them blow for blow cut for cut. He knew they landed blows. Of course they did. He was outnumbered. But nothing registered in his head. There was only one pain he felt and it was nothing to do with their steel biting into him.
They didn’t last Arokh’s onslaught and it was only when the last crumpled to the dirt where they belonged did his new wounds start to trouble him. He pushed away his own pain approaching Tabs.
“Can you stand?” Arokh asked her checking over the silver scaled kirin trying to assess the damage.
Those fucking bastards. He thought
There was a spear stabbed into a weak part of the armor and what wasn’t covered by armor was scored with wounds, and her left foreleg was a bleeding stump but if they could just get her to a healer...get it cleaned and cauterized she could recover. He knew it...she had to “Come on Tabs”
“I...I can’t Rocky” she told him her voice strained by pain. “You just...ugh get back in the fight”
Arokh pinned his ears at the very thought “I’m not leaving you!” he said firmly he looked about himself and wishing that his back wasn’t spiked. There was no other option for it. He set his cloven hooves in the ground and he started trying to lift his hurt friend out of the muck with his teke. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t carry her.
“Arokh stop! You’re just going to hurt yourself! Please just go”
He ignored her but he set her down to try to catch his breath. They heard the cry of retreat from their side and the kirin forces began to withdraw. The still Arokh and Tabvara drew the attention of their foes. Dark figures with twisted smiles approached with weapons raised. Figuring the two struggling soldiers would be easy prey since one couldn’t even get up.
Arokh bared his fangs standing protectively in front of Tabs, gold eyes glaring at them as they came unhurried and unconcerned. They had little to worry about as the rest of the kirin forces beat a tactical retreat unaware of the looming danger to the two warriors left behind.
Arokh threw himself desperately into the struggle determined not to let them get at her. They could hack him to pieces for all the fucks he gave. He would not let them hurt her!
Not again. I won’t watch that again!
He lost track of how many he killed and fought off before unfortunately as he always was, he was overwhelmed and brought to his knees to witness Tabvara’s execution, before his throat too was cut. Strangling his cries as he choked and sobbed through his own blood.
___________________________________________________________
Arokh woke screaming his rage and pain into the darkness. Tab’s scream still rung in his ears even as the nightmare faded. His sides heaved and trembled, his coat soaked in cold sweat. He took deep steadying breaths his eyes wide and wild as they took in everything. Trying to assure himself of where exactly he was. His throat was raw from his screaming.
It wasn’t the first time since he’d awakened in Sedo that his dreams had forced him to relive his and Tabs last moment and every time he felt like if he just fought harder. Moved faster. Was stronger. He could change it. Instead no matter how he fought and wrestled with the past the ending was always the same. Ripping his heart out night after night on a loop, fighting that same damn fight and reminding himself of how weak and pathetic he truly was.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely into the shadows “I am so sorry...”
He sliced. He slashed. His bloody blade in his golden grip seemed to cry out for as though as he galloped through his foes. Rising and falling in a dance of silver arcs as it cut through air and flesh alike he sowed death for the glory of Aodh alongside his kin.
The hate that coiled in his chest loosened its grip slightly filling the hoplite with pride of the kills, and a sadistic joy seeped into his consciousness compelling him to revel in his strength, his superiority, at how easily his foes fell like ash before him.
But Arokh didn’t feel triumphant. He felt disconnected and sick to his stomach
Fear seared through the stallion’s form. A mounting dread froze his blood long before he heard the scream he knew was coming.
And when it came it darkened the world as the sound pierced Arokh’s heart. Like an actor in a well rehearsed play he turned knowing full well the sight he’d find and to see enemy soldiers hacking at a fallen kirin.
Tabs!
He roared with the might of dragons as he charged them to help his friend who lay there in a river of her own blood. Her left fore leg was… he didn’t look at the scene longer. he couldn’t. He took his horror and cast it into the fire of his anger. Turning it to fury. The three who’d overwhelmed Tabvara saw him coming for them like a demon meeting them blow for blow cut for cut. He knew they landed blows. Of course they did. He was outnumbered. But nothing registered in his head. There was only one pain he felt and it was nothing to do with their steel biting into him.
They didn’t last Arokh’s onslaught and it was only when the last crumpled to the dirt where they belonged did his new wounds start to trouble him. He pushed away his own pain approaching Tabs.
“Can you stand?” Arokh asked her checking over the silver scaled kirin trying to assess the damage.
Those fucking bastards. He thought
There was a spear stabbed into a weak part of the armor and what wasn’t covered by armor was scored with wounds, and her left foreleg was a bleeding stump but if they could just get her to a healer...get it cleaned and cauterized she could recover. He knew it...she had to “Come on Tabs”
“I...I can’t Rocky” she told him her voice strained by pain. “You just...ugh get back in the fight”
Arokh pinned his ears at the very thought “I’m not leaving you!” he said firmly he looked about himself and wishing that his back wasn’t spiked. There was no other option for it. He set his cloven hooves in the ground and he started trying to lift his hurt friend out of the muck with his teke. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t carry her.
“Arokh stop! You’re just going to hurt yourself! Please just go”
He ignored her but he set her down to try to catch his breath. They heard the cry of retreat from their side and the kirin forces began to withdraw. The still Arokh and Tabvara drew the attention of their foes. Dark figures with twisted smiles approached with weapons raised. Figuring the two struggling soldiers would be easy prey since one couldn’t even get up.
Arokh bared his fangs standing protectively in front of Tabs, gold eyes glaring at them as they came unhurried and unconcerned. They had little to worry about as the rest of the kirin forces beat a tactical retreat unaware of the looming danger to the two warriors left behind.
Arokh threw himself desperately into the struggle determined not to let them get at her. They could hack him to pieces for all the fucks he gave. He would not let them hurt her!
Not again. I won’t watch that again!
He lost track of how many he killed and fought off before unfortunately as he always was, he was overwhelmed and brought to his knees to witness Tabvara’s execution, before his throat too was cut. Strangling his cries as he choked and sobbed through his own blood.
___________________________________________________________
Arokh woke screaming his rage and pain into the darkness. Tab’s scream still rung in his ears even as the nightmare faded. His sides heaved and trembled, his coat soaked in cold sweat. He took deep steadying breaths his eyes wide and wild as they took in everything. Trying to assure himself of where exactly he was. His throat was raw from his screaming.
It wasn’t the first time since he’d awakened in Sedo that his dreams had forced him to relive his and Tabs last moment and every time he felt like if he just fought harder. Moved faster. Was stronger. He could change it. Instead no matter how he fought and wrestled with the past the ending was always the same. Ripping his heart out night after night on a loop, fighting that same damn fight and reminding himself of how weak and pathetic he truly was.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely into the shadows “I am so sorry...”
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