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||There were just too many, their small band could not hold out much longer, even with the help of their bondmates, their K’ith. Kursten was hard pressed, his K’ith aiding him with sharp beak and raking talons, but ere the day was over, this clearing would be his grave. |
A scream distracted him, his foe took the opening in his defenses and slashed at Kursten, opening a gash in his arm. In anger, Kursten backhanded the Zxet and ran the stunned Horror through. His arm hurt, later he would feel the full effects. But now he had to find Amastria, that scream sounded as though it had come from her. Scanning the glade, he saw H’wur circling and fought his way to him.
Amastria was there, fallen.
Calling to their K’ith to guard them, Kursten knelt by his beloved, cradling her head. She opened her eyes, pain filled and dimming.
“All my love” she whispered, and then she was gone.
Above, H’wur plummeted down to earth, a falling comet proclaiming his K’iin’s doom.
This is from a series I've been working on, it's more of an idea of what the legends of that world would be than an entire story. Someday they will take center stage, but for now they are just legends.
Sadly, this isn't the colored version, but until I complete it, the line art will have to suffice.
|Summer Faydings||The Trio|