[ once the hole is very very deep, pressing in on you from every side, you lay down Alexander in his gravehiding place. You drop him, and pin him with a paw.
The beautiful gleaming sword at his center is marred with dirt. The white feathers are curling with black at the edges. You would give that holy one a gift of all gifts, something whispers to you, it is not too late, to change your mind and kill it here.
You stare down at the tiny castle.
Any moment now You should just Leap out from this pit and hide it, properly. It's a castle, after all. Your palace did just fine, underground since the day it was built. It's damaged, but delivering it from this mortal coil wasn't the plan.
But you feel Sorry For it Looking at it like that. ]
Alexander's wings flick agitatedly, at first, distrusting the very beast that had downed it. There's an ominous glare of light, in its sword. But...
After a while, of being carefully preened by a skilled hand(paw?hand? beak? It's a dream. You have whichever works best for what you want to do in the moment.), it stops struggling. There are still missing bricks. But it no longer looks pathetically wounded. More like it's... weathered.
Like life CAN potentially go on, after what you did. ]
[he doesn’t offer Alexander any explanation or apology— he’s not proud of his viciousness in the hunt, but he won’t make excuses for his flock.
but he’s careful with his claws-fangs-beak, and when the feathers are tidied, he curls up with the castle, sheltering it with his wings-tail.]
[ this is important. this is what will help you help your flock weather the coming storm. a price of viciousness, today, to ascertain their beautiful sunrise, tomorrow.
but you do not have to be ruthless at all moments, at all times.
never, as the dream drifts to a close... has something felt more true. ]
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Date: 2023-08-25 01:27 am (UTC)gravehiding place. You drop him, and pin him with a paw.The beautiful gleaming sword at his center is marred with dirt. The white feathers are curling with black at the edges. You would give that holy one a gift of all gifts, something whispers to you, it is not too late, to change your mind and kill it here.
You stare down at the tiny castle.
Any moment now
You should just
Leap out from this pit
and hide it, properly. It's a castle, after all. Your palace did just fine, underground since the day it was built. It's damaged, but delivering it from this mortal coil wasn't the plan.
But you feel
Sorry
For it
Looking at it like that. ]
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Date: 2023-08-25 02:16 am (UTC)but if he has the chance to kill it, he has a chance for another option too.
so if he wants to lift his paw and preen the ruined wings... can't he?]
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Date: 2023-08-25 06:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-08-25 06:54 am (UTC)Alexander's wings flick agitatedly, at first, distrusting the very beast that had downed it. There's an ominous glare of light, in its sword. But...
After a while, of being carefully preened by a skilled hand(paw?hand? beak? It's a dream. You have whichever works best for what you want to do in the moment.), it stops struggling. There are still missing bricks. But it no longer looks pathetically wounded. More like it's... weathered.
Like life CAN potentially go on, after what you did. ]
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Date: 2023-08-26 05:11 pm (UTC)but he’s careful with his claws-fangs-beak, and when the feathers are tidied, he curls up with the castle, sheltering it with his wings-tail.]
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Date: 2023-09-04 07:18 pm (UTC)but you do not have to be ruthless at all moments, at all times.
never, as the dream drifts to a close... has something felt more true. ]