What makes our love so hard to be
Is it you, or is that just you with me
The space where his beating heart once lay is silent, hard and yet vapid. He had given it freely to Ellyse, practically shoved it into her arms, only to let her shatter it to bits. To be stolen by a Dark God. Now he is empty. Now he has nothing but his madness, the tattered remnants of heartbreak, betrayal, and foggy reality. Despite the ghostly figures that dance around him (Adaline’s screams ringing in his ears), he still remembers one thing. One important piece of information. How his beautiful perfection (which he had fought for years to obtain) had slipped from his fingers. Dahmer. The thief, the snake, the scavenger.
His sharp canines are exposed as he snarls at the thought of the winged stallion. Of his claws twisting into his dark flesh and exposing him for the scum he was from inside out. Images dance about his head, red and dark and each one featuring his enemy. The one who had stolen his family from him. A soft voice makes him slowly turn his head, polar bear muzzle leading the single gold flecked eye as it falls on a familiar concerned face. Pieces of bone, glimmer of champagne. The place where his glass heart rests aches coldly with remembrance. The foal that lay between his beloved and the home wrecker. If Smoak (who he had once tried to love as his own) never existed… None of this would have happened.
Adaline would still be alive (for her death feels as real as the sand beneath his crumpled figure), Ellyse’s eye would never have wandered (and she will pay in time for such treachery), Dahmer would have no hold over his Warrioress. If only Smoak did not exist. A tinny whine of a voice alerts him, a dark god wheedling into his mind. Seeping into the blackness that threatens to submerge him. You can change that, you can ruin this foal as he has ruined you. Kill the bastard.
Slowly the half bear/half equine lurches forward on unsteady paws and hooves. Lunging towards the foal with a gleaming red rage in the heart of his pupil. No longer seeing Smoak but the one that sired him. The newest man to wreck havoc on his life. Spittle flies from curled lips as he snaps at the colt, his claws clumsily trying to reach for the boy and end his life. End it all.
Ledger