Death Comes Too Fast(death post) Aug 9, 2012 22:42:13 GMT -5
Post by Seele Studio on Aug 9, 2012 22:42:13 GMT -5
It had started as a pain in his head, throbbing and aching. That had been... What, two weeks ago now? It was still there, though lessened by all the other things he felt wrong. He hadn't told Keku in fear that the fatherly stag would worry over him. After all it had just been a head ache, then the cough started. Oh how he missed when it had been just a wee little cough, now every time he felt the painful surge of expelled air he thought he was going to see one of his lungs on the ground in front of him.
All of it had gotten much worse over the next week and Keku had got wind of his ailing friend. Trencat knew that this wasn't something that would get better with care, no, Tren knew he was dying. So with a heavy heart he had looked for somewhere secluded, somewhere that his death wouldn't spread whatever disease infected him. He had found a long narrow turn in The Gish that hadn't seen life in years. He had forced himself through the side scrapping tunnel until it widened just big enough for him to lay down.
A cough racked violently through his weakened body. It was almost time for the reaper to come. Tren smiled, at least it would be over soon. A few hours passed and a call jarred him awake, a low moan escaping his sickness torn throat. He tried in vain to see down the tunnel to who was calling for him, but he already knew it was Keku. Right then Tren thought of a million things to say to his friend, sorry and thank you being the top ones, but he was too weak to say anything. He could hear keku's calling becoming more urgent and saddened, could hear him trying to force his massive bulk down the tiny shaft to get to him. After a few minutes Keku stopped and looked fearfully at Trencat, his eyes were closed but he was still breathing. In the silence of the moment Trencat manged to say," Thank you."
This was surprisingly easy for me to write, more so then anything else has been recently. I am sure none of you really know Trencat. He was an abused little stallion that I had had big plans for, but nothing got off the ground and he faded into just a blank slate. He was boring and unuseful, but I hope in this post one can at least see the relationship that Kekuatan and Trencat had. :\