The flames licked his skin with gentle care, lovingly it burned him with a touch and the man could not escape its deadly embrace. All the pain and suffering had made his heart go numb and even the screams, carried by the wind to his ears did not awake his concern. Only one voice could have done that and her owner had died in front of his eyes, he still did not know what had actually happened. One moment they were living happily together, dancing in the open meadows and the lush forests, enjoying the time that had been giving to them, hoping for a child of their own and the other moment they had been fighting for their lives. “Slavers..” some inert part of him whispered, but even that did not awake his passion. Live was meaningless and bore no fruit to him any longer, he only wished for a quick end to his misery and to see her smile again. That would make him content.
A sound startled him awake, everything that could hurt did and even some parts he had never expected to ever feel gave him agony. The sounds closed into him, voices it seemed. The man tried to cry out, warn them of his presence. But it seemed as if his tongue was plastered to the wall of his mouth, no sound appeared were once songs danced from his lips. Why was he still alive, where were the beautiful flames.. he wondered but no answer came to him.
Shards of memories raced through his mind, playing hide and seek with his eyes. Cruel faces and even crueler voices mocked his suffering and then the man finally felt something in his heart. Hate, it hardened and chilled his once warm and caring heart. How terrible a man can be, when pushed behind his boundaries, the world could be harsher still. For it was then that the building decided to slowly collapse underneath its own weight, it moaned almost as if it was in pain as a wooden support balk fell across the man. Only darkness remained then.
@Amorella Mae
A sound startled him awake, everything that could hurt did and even some parts he had never expected to ever feel gave him agony. The sounds closed into him, voices it seemed. The man tried to cry out, warn them of his presence. But it seemed as if his tongue was plastered to the wall of his mouth, no sound appeared were once songs danced from his lips. Why was he still alive, where were the beautiful flames.. he wondered but no answer came to him.
Shards of memories raced through his mind, playing hide and seek with his eyes. Cruel faces and even crueler voices mocked his suffering and then the man finally felt something in his heart. Hate, it hardened and chilled his once warm and caring heart. How terrible a man can be, when pushed behind his boundaries, the world could be harsher still. For it was then that the building decided to slowly collapse underneath its own weight, it moaned almost as if it was in pain as a wooden support balk fell across the man. Only darkness remained then.
@Amorella Mae