And you might as well kill me, because I have no real purpose in my life anyway.
sokool15 wrote:He saw no signs of any struggle, so they hadn't been running away from anything. Nothing had woken him in the night. He started hunting the clearing for marks of a landing, but saw none. He spread his wings and lifted himself into the air, his light-boned body easily carried above the treetops.
"I don't believe it," he muttered, flying straight up. His wings flapped hard and fast, lifting him higher and higher into the air. "But you can't deny it."
"I can't believe they would...the traitors. Bloody damned traitors."
His wings snapped up once more and he flew angrily.
When his voice emerged again from his throat, it was hoarse. A little moisture still hovered on his eyelashes. "Damn them," he muttered quietly. Then louder, "I don't need friends like that." He looked down and saw the the slight green fringes slipping away to desert below him.
he tiredly let himself fall all the way to the ground. As he fell closer to the ground,
He got far enough away from the Firekitten Pool that he couldn't smell the dragons any more, then climbed up in a small tree.
"I refused to fight in the king's revenge war against the Rasminians, so Val and Erik left me in the night. I imagine they went to find deLucio...the king's man...and tell him they'll take the gold and fight the war. I didn't know what to do, so I just flew as long as I could, as fast as I could. This is where I ended up. And sir? You're completely right about the dragons. I know you're the spirit of this forest, and I just want you to know that I couldn't finish the job."