10-05-2017, 09:00 PM
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There's nothing he wants to look at, anyway.<br><br>He had lost his family. Again.<br>His wings.<br>His immortality.<br>His very soul.<br><br>The black beast does not move from the musty floor. His sides heave for a few moments but then his breathing has a chance to slow, and Dahmer's chest feels heavy. So heavy. He does not dread opening his eyes, the thought of it does not make fear rise in his chest as it had done the first time he awoke in this cell -- instead, he's simply too weary and broken to put in the effort.<br><br>After a time, his heartbeat returns to normal. His shallow breaths are calm and steady. The thoroughbred's forehead throbs, heated and uncomfortable beneath Carnage's brand. It pulls a groan from Tephra's Commander and he jerks his head upward to get the tangled strands of his forelock out of the wound. He shifts slowly, testing his limbs for injury; they seem trustworthy despite the massive gouges in his shoulders. He considers opening his azure eyes to study the cell (<i>perhaps there is a weak wall again, though he does not believe that Carnage will play the same game twice</i>), but just then the musty air grows warmer, as if he's been joined by another.<br><br>Dahmer's nostrils flutter to inhale sweat and blood. Carnage's voice resounds in the dark cell but the black beast refuses still to open his eyes. The sound of small hooves on the hard ground rises above the Dark God's voice and dread creeps into Dahmer's head. He doesn't even have to look, doesn't want to look, <i>can't</i> look at the the being he loves more than anything else in the world. How foolish it is to love someone so much, he thinks almost whimsically as he forces himself to open his eyes.<br><br>The black stallion groans softly as his battered frame rocks upward, slowly bringing himself to his hooves. Dahmer's bones ache and his head stings but he still finds it in him to smile, bleary-eyed, at his yearling son. <b>"Hey there, buddy,"</b> the black beast murmurs to the bone-armored boy. Tears begin to stream down his dark cheeks and all of his other pains are forgotten - his wings, his immortality, his old life pale in comparison to the bright-eyed colt before him. He would give it all up again, and again (<i>bound, like Sisyphus, to hell</i>), if it meant that his son would always be safe.<br><br><b><i>"What's wrong, dad?"</b></i> Smoak asks with a shaky voice and blatant worry and it breaks Dahmer's heart. His lower lip quivers and his throat is so tight as he slowly reaches his muzzle out to the colt. He lets it run across Smoak's cheek before pulling back and whispering painfully, <b>"I'll see you when I get home,"</b> a sob threatens to erupt from his chest, <b>"I promise I'm coming back."</b><br><br><b><i>"What do you mean?"</b></i> the boy asks with panic, <i><b>"Dad?"</b></i><br><br>Dahmer rushes forward, a heart-wrenching scream echoing in the enclosure as his body collides with Smoak's and then they're both colliding with the wall. Dahmer sobs as the champagne boy's frame slumps against the wall. He backs up slowly, letting his son's small, unconscious body slide gently to the ground. He couldn't attack the yearling until he was beaten to death, couldn't listen to crunching bone or pained screams. There had to be something... less violent.<br><br>Dahmer lowers his own frame to the ground, perpendicular to Smoak's head. He cries freely now, the heaving inhales rocking his dark, bleeding frame. He rolls to his side slowly, trapping Smoak's head beneath his black body to suffocate him. The Commander pinches his eyes closed and tries to calm his shaky, alarming breaths. He waits, un-moving except for his sobs, until finally the champagne chest of his son no longer searches for air. Dahmer stays for a long while, too afraid to leave the cell and face another monster (<i>but what else is there?</i>), too horrified to turn and look at the dead body of the son that Carnage had presented him with.<br><br>The catatonia eventually ebbs away and Dahmer raises his shaky, dark body to its legs and lumbers slowly into the light that has appeared where the cell wall had been.</div><center><div id="dahmername">Dahmer</div><div class="dahmercontainer"></div></center></div><font size=1 color=black>image © <a href="http://celestiene.deviantart.com/">celestiene</a></font></center>