clothed her in leaves and buds of crimson core

Derg · (This post was last modified: February 28, 2019, 02:05 PM by Derg.)

Derg, being the protector he was, lay stationary by Keen day and night. He didn't let her out of sight unless she told him to go, even them he still hung close enough and silently. It was his fault, he felt. He hadn't expressed this to anyone; not yet.

Now, he was outside her den, watching the morning. Some nights, he'd taken to sleeping in the den with her, sometimes close sometimes not. He slept outside last night, letting the chill night keep him from his sorrows.
It was his fault.

At her stirring, he rose, turning to check on the girl. His head tilted, brows furrowing. He knew she was in pain and desperately wants to get something to help ease that pain but all he knew was poppy seeds; those wouldn't do well for her. He doubted he'd find any close by anyway. He silently entered the den, choosing to lay close by. He turned his head to peer at the snippet of sky still visible before looking back to the girl.
Through his mind ran all the what if's
what if you trained her
what if you were there
what if you didn't go to the festival
what if you never let her come with you
He sighed softly, trying to rid himself of the thoughts. She had to get better first, then he'd wreak havoc on that man's face. Shred his body. Then let him die slowly. Make sure the job was done.
If he wasn't killed first.
Perhaps if they both died it would be fitting. Two monsters destroying each other.

The only thing he knew for certain: those man's days were numbered.

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