Should I Give Up...NO! (Bolts Of Choas TP)
- Short but very GOOD***
Scioto is sitting with his back against the wall, he has been doing a lot of thinking the past few hours as not much else to do, he has ate some food and drank some water and now waits to see if anyone comes in or not.
Shadowfur enters with a smirk on his face, “Hello Scioto. Enjoying your stay?” He keeps his paws behind his back.
Scioto glares at Shadowfur, “Maybe if you were not here, I would enjoy it then, I don’t see you keeping your smile too long, someone is bound to find you out sooner or later.
Shadowfur chuckles, “Really, no one has yet, Oakenpaw trusts me, told him I was in fight, didn’t say with who but he didn’t seem to interested in whom it was really or least didn’t insist I tell him, fool hare I could care less of him, I care for nothing, well causing pain such as..”. He now puts his paws in front of him he lays a drawing pad, full of drawings and kicks it at Scioto, a small line of blood is on the cover, he smiles coldly and walks closer dropping the torn and bloody cloak, “Have a gift.”
Scioto looks at the drawing pad and opens it, he looks at a couple pictures and blinks, one of him and Blisa..one of him, Blisa, Maxxand Dazzle, he then looks at the cloak and gasps, he growls at Shadowfur, ”What did you do, I order you to tell me now!”
Shadowfur smiles “You can no longer order me around, and I killed your kitten and that’s proof” He smiles coldly at the lie, oh he is so good at this, “ You clawed my face, and this is payback”
Scioto growls low and gets his claws out as tears stream down his face, he goes to slice at Shadowfur where ever he can, “DIE!”
Shadowfur quickly sidesteps and the claw marks rake across his face, the same side and this time makes a nasty gash on his snout as he howls in pain, another claw gets his shoulder as he makes a fist and punches out, aiming to knock the cat out.
Scioto is blinded by tears but does duck as he was expecting a reaction and sweeps out with his leg, to trip up Shadowfur
Shadowfur lands on his bottom and hisses, “Be lucky Marek forbids me slaying you!” He then leaves quickly to tend to his wounds, joy how to explain this hmmm…alley fight?
- This starts the little fanfic part, listen to this song as it sort of sets the mood [1] **
Scioto sits down and then lays down and starts sobbing openly, he sniffs and touches the cloak and frowns, many thoughts, feelings going through his head all at the same time, the drawing pad is still open as he looks at it and for reasons unknown to him starts flipping through them slowly. He at first just lays there looking at the drawings only slightly, why should he get up? May as well let Marek win, why should I care? He has taken away my last bit of family…my Blisa, my light in the darkness.
The drawings are many, even ones of abbey beasts as Scioto wipes away his tears and takes a closer look at them. There is Flicktail. There is Oz. There is Benar. There is some sort of pond. There is the abbey itself. Then pictures of Ferravale. Scioto..Blisa..Dazzle..Maxx..Nightbreath..Oakenpaw..the Tavern. The Inn..the Ferravale pond..even some of not so good times, Vladimir..A chained badger..crows..ravens..monitors. Some other more simple pictures even a butterfly.
The chieftain doesn’t know why but maybe it’s the deep emotions or maybe some of the effects of the memory potion but flashes of memory pour back as he looks threw the drawings, memories of the fight with Vladimir, memories of Dazzle and him and Blisa as a small barely 1/3 a season old, Maxx is born and sadly the memory of Dazzle and Maxx death again. He takes a few deep breaths, he is not speaking but remembering more and more details of his life. He stands after closing the drawing pad and placing it aside where it will be safer and folds up the cloak and sits it in a far corner and looks around, he can’t give up, Blisa wouldn’t want him to. Ferravale wouldn’t want him to. He makes fists and glares at the locked and sealed exit ,Yeah Marek and his beasts will pay one way or another.
