lay me down on a bed of roses
07-26-2013, 07:44 PM
It was strange to hear such a mournful cry echo across the lands. It was a sorrowful sound, coming from no other but the King himself; the pain was evident in the lyrics as they fell on Bronze's ears. They pained him slightly to hear -- it could mean nothing good. Had a member of the Kingdom fallen? It seemed likely, for Gerhardt didn't strike the brute to be a man so emotional to call meetings over simple quarrels and disputes. No, something awful had happened; he could feel it in his bones, with every fiber of his being. As quickly as he could without exerting himself too much, Bronze responded to the King's call. The rain made his joints ache ever so slightly, slowing down his already slowed speed. A few had gathered already. What a sight Gerhardt was, his fur stained crimson, the light rain making the blood that littered his coat slowly wash away, forming a startlingly red puddle on the ground. It was not his own blood, for his injured seemed minimal. Slowly he drew a bit closer to the gathering, but kept his distance, brown eyes narrowed as he examined the scene from a distance farther than any of the others. The King stood before them, a broken man -- shattered. Bronze saw it in his stance. How startlingly Gerhardt reminded of himself once, many years ago. Silence enveloped the beast, nostalgia taking hold of him and refusing to loosen its grip. His head would fall from its position on his mighty shoulders, stance slackening as he stood, hoping his love would arrival soon. He longed to feel her warmth beside him, grounding him, reminding him that things would be okay. While fatherhood excited him, it also terrified him tremendously. |
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