Revisiting the Past [Firefly] Jun 26, 2018 18:06:50 GMT -6
Post by Heracles on Jun 26, 2018 18:06:50 GMT -6
Mind and paws had betrayed him in the worst way. The Kenai brute found himself making his way back towards the land that used to be home. She called to him, luring him back with succulently painful memoirs of the past. A gentle haze had overrun his traditionally clear mind, making this all feel more like a manic nightmare than his current reality. There was a rift in time that he wished to mend, a mental gap that he needed to bridge. The transgressions of the monster he was required a plea, one that he knew was blatantly guilty. After being stricken with the sickening madness, Heracles had sworn to himself to never return to these lands; yet, mere months later he found himself treading upon them once more. Their siren song had called him back home, if not for more than just to taunt him with haunting thoughts of what had been.
The ground felt eerily familiar beneath the pads of his rough paws, as if the Earth was celebrating the arrival of the fallen Lord back home. His pace slowed long enough for the great canine to shake his skull, attempting to uproot the deepest of his grim thoughts. The Bridge of Aleisul was quite a sight, it was a shame that his little ones would never get to rejoice in this natural wonder. There were many beautiful things that their poor, dull eyes would rot away before bearing witness to. 'It is your fault you know, the reason they all died. The reason that Hercules died,’ his own mind reared its inconsiderate head, forcing him to face the brutal reality of his situation. R’imdar was no longer a home to him, because of his choices.
A small pool had appeared before his feet, bringing Heracles to a stop. To him it had seemed to show up miraculously; yet, he knew that he had simply paid little attention to the direction he had been walking. Orbs of muddied dissonance peered at his reflection in the fading daylight. What a sight he was. A great hulking beast, clearly in the prime of his life. A canine of muscle and wit, one that surely wasn't a total eyesore. The image staring back at him was remarkable still within the stagnant water, allowing him to take in the details of the skull that he held within his great maw.
She had been beautiful, flawless, divine. The purest of creatures that he had ever been blessed to meet - even better than that, she loved him. Despite his shortcomings and bitter temper, she was able to remain committed to him. Of course, the great Hercules had been smitten by the goddess Megara. Their little family had been perfect, more than anything he could have dreamt of.
'Hercules is dead.’
'I do not need a reminder of those that have passed.’
A low growl rumbled from his chest as he gently released the skull near his front paws. He broke his mirror reflection in order to splash some water upon the skull. Megara deserved to remain pristine, his trophy. This was the path that he had walked down, this was the life he chose. One paw gently caressed her muzzle, brushing away the dirt that had built up during their travels.