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'It was not your fault,' the elder had said before he had finally picked up and left taking the rest of the tribe with him. Odd that one would follow the paths that Khazi'saysar followed, though the male was becoming a great priest. He worried what would happen to him now, after this...'
Dual toned eyes lifted for a small moment watching the brightly colored tails leave around the rocks before he went back to examining the blood in his hand. The sunlight hit it perfectly turning the blue into many shades, making him even colder inside. There was no warmth anymore, he couldn't feel it. Not his fault? He was becoming a priest, he was training to save injured, to call the spirits and he could do nothing as he sat there, hands holding the gore wound on his mates chest, trying desperately to keep his life blood and his organs from spilling it out. Those milky blue eyes had been the last thing he had seen, the fear, the pain before there was nothing. And then they came, telling him since he had killed the beast his trial was over, he could continue his priesthood, they were sorry they said, that his mate was dead. He didn't want there pity, their pity wouldn't bring back Szuz'hari, would not have the fire colored warrior back in his arms.
No, this was his fault he decided, idly lapping at the blood that he had spilled, his own, during the battle. He could no longer feel the warmth, the need, the calmness or the fear that came with this all, and worst of all he could no longer feel the presence of the spirits and gods.
He was dead.
Llot'trul race owned by
viral_divinity
Khazi'saysar is my fan character, and this is set before he finished his training so he does not have all of his tattoos.
Dual toned eyes lifted for a small moment watching the brightly colored tails leave around the rocks before he went back to examining the blood in his hand. The sunlight hit it perfectly turning the blue into many shades, making him even colder inside. There was no warmth anymore, he couldn't feel it. Not his fault? He was becoming a priest, he was training to save injured, to call the spirits and he could do nothing as he sat there, hands holding the gore wound on his mates chest, trying desperately to keep his life blood and his organs from spilling it out. Those milky blue eyes had been the last thing he had seen, the fear, the pain before there was nothing. And then they came, telling him since he had killed the beast his trial was over, he could continue his priesthood, they were sorry they said, that his mate was dead. He didn't want there pity, their pity wouldn't bring back Szuz'hari, would not have the fire colored warrior back in his arms.
No, this was his fault he decided, idly lapping at the blood that he had spilled, his own, during the battle. He could no longer feel the warmth, the need, the calmness or the fear that came with this all, and worst of all he could no longer feel the presence of the spirits and gods.
He was dead.
Llot'trul race owned by
viral_divinity Khazi'saysar is my fan character, and this is set before he finished his training so he does not have all of his tattoos.
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