Fallen Soldier

*Gerhardt* · 05-18-2013, 03:22 PM

In came the King, carrying the front half of Octavian's body upon his shoulders. Blood had long since spilled and dried on his frame, furthering the gore of the scene. They were so near, so near the range he could smell it. "Only a bit further, Loccian." The croplands were near, he could see them on the horizon. The King focused upon lining up his paces with the Contessa's, determined to keep the fallen esquire securely on their backs. He would not drop him now, not this close to home, not after they'd come this far. Every step was labored, as was his breathing, whilst the King marched beside Loccian. When they reached the borderline, Gerhardt marched on a bit further to find a suitable place. The croplands would be the best option, as the soil there was always moist and would be easy to dig a grave in. It was all so morbid.

They neared a spot the King felt would be suitable for the esquire, and he began to slow his pace. "We'll stop here, if that's alright?" Of course if Loccian preferred the burial to be somewhere else, the King would oblige her as best he could - though quite honestly he wasn't sure how much farther he could carry the esquire, even with her help. With Octavian still on his back, the King lifted his muzzle to the sky, letting out a long, mournful cry for his subjects. It wasn't demanding in nature by any means, though he did wish that at least some of them would come and bid their goodbyes.

"speeeeech"

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