11-03-2015, 11:09 PM
Wayra wondered what the moment would look like, the moment he took his last breath. Would she feel remorse? Would she feel pain at his loss, a companion gone as quickly as he had come? Would his eyes close before they froze and popped? The blue mare shuddered, but not from the cold. She didn’t feel the cold, she felt his life in her hands like a burning, flaming ember. The weight of it tore into her, scalded her frozen flesh.
Wayra gasped when he finally said enough. For one long, stretching moment she didn’t know if she could stop. She didn’t know if she could call back the storm she had unleashed. Like a dog couldn’t stop once they scented blood, Wayra wondered if it was the hunt that called to her now, or if it was her own dark desires to punish. To punish him, to punish Carnage, but mostly to punish herself.
Wayra’s poor frozen heart made ever breath sharp and painful. A never easing stitch in her side. But, she welcomed the pain. She deserved the pain. The roaring from the show and ice was only drowned out by the roaring in her head. Suddenly, with a gasping cry, she stopped her assault, the snow disappearing as quickly as it had come. The blue girl shuddered again, and for a while she couldn’t look at him. She didn’t know what she would do if he was dead, and she didn’t know what she would do if he was alive. Finally, she did look at him, and again her eyes were cold. Her soul felt raw, her throat ripped from when she released her breathy gasp. Wayra’s wide, dark eyes were far away, and a little red rimmed, either from the cold or from the eternity of tears she had shed all those months ago. Finally, in a dead voice, she spoke.
“There are those who think the world will end in fire. Those people are fools.” And again she wrenched her eyes away. She looked at nothing, looked far into the past to when she was warm, the sky was blue, and the future was not so far away and very, very bright.
Wayra gasped when he finally said enough. For one long, stretching moment she didn’t know if she could stop. She didn’t know if she could call back the storm she had unleashed. Like a dog couldn’t stop once they scented blood, Wayra wondered if it was the hunt that called to her now, or if it was her own dark desires to punish. To punish him, to punish Carnage, but mostly to punish herself.
Wayra’s poor frozen heart made ever breath sharp and painful. A never easing stitch in her side. But, she welcomed the pain. She deserved the pain. The roaring from the show and ice was only drowned out by the roaring in her head. Suddenly, with a gasping cry, she stopped her assault, the snow disappearing as quickly as it had come. The blue girl shuddered again, and for a while she couldn’t look at him. She didn’t know what she would do if he was dead, and she didn’t know what she would do if he was alive. Finally, she did look at him, and again her eyes were cold. Her soul felt raw, her throat ripped from when she released her breathy gasp. Wayra’s wide, dark eyes were far away, and a little red rimmed, either from the cold or from the eternity of tears she had shed all those months ago. Finally, in a dead voice, she spoke.
“There are those who think the world will end in fire. Those people are fools.” And again she wrenched her eyes away. She looked at nothing, looked far into the past to when she was warm, the sky was blue, and the future was not so far away and very, very bright.