11-22-2020, 05:51 PM
YADIGAR
there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got.
He has grown to bristle at anything unfamiliar in his homeland now. He lands with a heavy thud and gives a low snarl when the dark god appears to them, worried he will rip away the desert from them once more. But he speaks and he remembers the lessons passed from Anaxarete, on to Ghaul, and finally to him. Of how Pangea rose and sank and rose once more, sickly and dark. Maybe that was why it called to the monsters of Beqanna and they came to love the red dust here.
Maybe it’s all coincidence.
But Carnage promises to rebuild and so Yadigar seeks out his oldest brother. He faces him with his shoulders back and his head high. He draws a shuddering breath and closes his milk-white eye.
“Take it,” he commands Virgil, who wavers at the order. “Rip it out and cauterize it. Make them match.”
The haloed boy nods but he hesitates to draw closer. Yadigar remembers the white hot pain and the agony of his own blood pouring down his face. But even that is preferable to losing Pangea again. So he braces himself and does his best not to shriek when Virgil’s blunt teeth scrape the scrying eye from his socket. It had been quick, when Asphyxea tore the other out with her talons. This method is slow and he fights his quivering knees to remain still.
Then comes the fire, and Yadigar roars at the pain. The rest dust swallows up the drops of blood that splash into it and keeps them for itself.
His body sways but he manages to take the swirling eye from Virgil, who sobs and collapses at the weight of the task. The elder monster takes flight and lands once more, beside Breach this time. The tissue of his face is still red and pink with fresh wounds and he stinks of burnt flesh. But he spits the eye next to her leg.
“There is no future for me without Pangea, so what good is my eye if it is not rebuilt?” he says as he looks to her and then to Carnage.
Maybe it’s all coincidence.
But Carnage promises to rebuild and so Yadigar seeks out his oldest brother. He faces him with his shoulders back and his head high. He draws a shuddering breath and closes his milk-white eye.
“Take it,” he commands Virgil, who wavers at the order. “Rip it out and cauterize it. Make them match.”
The haloed boy nods but he hesitates to draw closer. Yadigar remembers the white hot pain and the agony of his own blood pouring down his face. But even that is preferable to losing Pangea again. So he braces himself and does his best not to shriek when Virgil’s blunt teeth scrape the scrying eye from his socket. It had been quick, when Asphyxea tore the other out with her talons. This method is slow and he fights his quivering knees to remain still.
Then comes the fire, and Yadigar roars at the pain. The rest dust swallows up the drops of blood that splash into it and keeps them for itself.
His body sways but he manages to take the swirling eye from Virgil, who sobs and collapses at the weight of the task. The elder monster takes flight and lands once more, beside Breach this time. The tissue of his face is still red and pink with fresh wounds and he stinks of burnt flesh. But he spits the eye next to her leg.
“There is no future for me without Pangea, so what good is my eye if it is not rebuilt?” he says as he looks to her and then to Carnage.