03-30-2021, 12:40 AM
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This post contains content that may be unsettling to some readers, including:- Death
Apparently the alpha’s parents had never taught him not to shoot the messenger. He had recoiled in disbelief, at first, upon learning from Saturn that the wasting disease was decimating their shared herds, but surprise had quickly morphed into fury. Perhaps it had been the lusty glance Saturn had exchanged with the alpha's daughter that had set the brute off. It had been no secret that he and the maiden had enjoyed many an evening tryst on his diplomatic missions to the mountain, but the alpha had never been particularly fond of him. Saturn had always assumed it was because his mother had spurned the leader’s advances.
Jaws closed around his windpipe, and his attempt at words came out as a breathy wheeze as the leader’s grip tightened. White stars pricked at the periphery of Saturn’s vision, and he struggled as panic set in, clawing at his aggressor’s chest in desperation with progressively weaker strokes. He could hear voices, but they sounded garbled and very far away, and the stars were engulfing everything. The taste of metal was overwhelming, and he felt hot blood — his own blood — soaking his chest. But at his core, Saturn only felt cold. He probably should have known better than to tempt fate; what would his mother think of him now? His last fleeting, smiling thought was that the Winterheart princess would probably rip out the alpha's throat herself.
When he next opened his eyes, there was silence except for the faint ringing of chimes.
He jumped to his feet and instinctively tucked his muzzle against his throat, but there was no foe to defend against, and his neck was unscathed. His adrenaline levels further elevated by confusion, Saturn began to run blindly, but he did not get far before his lungs stung with a thousand needles and he found himself unable to draw full breaths. The white stars were back, and the combination of panic and an overstimulated brain greedily scrabbling for scarce oxygen was enough to put him over the edge, and Saturn slipped into unconsciousness.
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Jaws closed around his windpipe, and his attempt at words came out as a breathy wheeze as the leader’s grip tightened. White stars pricked at the periphery of Saturn’s vision, and he struggled as panic set in, clawing at his aggressor’s chest in desperation with progressively weaker strokes. He could hear voices, but they sounded garbled and very far away, and the stars were engulfing everything. The taste of metal was overwhelming, and he felt hot blood — his own blood — soaking his chest. But at his core, Saturn only felt cold. He probably should have known better than to tempt fate; what would his mother think of him now? His last fleeting, smiling thought was that the Winterheart princess would probably rip out the alpha's throat herself.
When he next opened his eyes, there was silence except for the faint ringing of chimes.
He jumped to his feet and instinctively tucked his muzzle against his throat, but there was no foe to defend against, and his neck was unscathed. His adrenaline levels further elevated by confusion, Saturn began to run blindly, but he did not get far before his lungs stung with a thousand needles and he found himself unable to draw full breaths. The white stars were back, and the combination of panic and an overstimulated brain greedily scrabbling for scarce oxygen was enough to put him over the edge, and Saturn slipped into unconsciousness.
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