Darkness in the Face of Disaster

“What- What were you doing?” He asked, sitting on the muddy bank with his ears pinned back like a scolded child. Even in his youth Pegasus had seen wolves who had lost their will to live; old soldiers who had lost their sight or were crippled, or men who had simply been hurt emotionally and could not find the strength to carry on.  While it wasn’t explicitly stated in Ley’s holy laws suicide was considered a sin, one that squandered the sacred gift of life that Ley had bestowed upon them.

“Defend the weak from the strong." He thought to himself. Could he claim that he was protecting the weak of constitution from the strength of the call to oblivion? More importantly would the old man let him?

Pegasus, young as he was, had been so carried away by his assumptions that he hadn’t even let the man respond before he settled that he would attempt to rescue him.  It had niggled at the back of his mind that the man could have simply been washing out his fur, but as he watched the frail being drink, and recounted the softly spoken words he had given he began to doubt that the man was anything other than a broken soul.

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