Feathers

WATCHER Aurelia was the first to spot their target. Barging forward like as loudly and unceremoniously as a bull elephant with cymbals upon its feet, swinging a club made of clanging bells. He had no chance to warn her that these creatures were timid. Made so by the many who had hunted and killed their kind over the centuries. No, he had no such chance. He could only observe the scene as it unfolded. His eyes were acutely aware of every detail. The mother and her child, the humidity in the air to the sounds of the forest around them. He took great interest in the change in Aurelia, as she went from purposeful to hesitant. The way her entire demeanor changed. He knew. In that moment he understood, Aurelia would not kill the mother or her babe. He held no doubt that the woman was powerful and destructive. But in this moment, he saw the tender warmth that fire could be. Perhaps it was simply she was too weak willed, or had never truly killed before. But Ruwin wished to believe it was another reason that stayed her hoof. She was battling this within her. To go after her goals and seek power, no matter the cost. Or leave it all for the sake of an single, innocent life. He came up beside her, feeling as though he should offer some form of support. His steps, quiet, almost reverent as he approached. While he himself had slain another, and had a hoof in the deaths of many more. His actions had been against that which he felt was wicked and needed to fall. Gazing upon the mother and her child, he too found himself unwilling to take their lives. They were innocent, gentle creatures that sought only to live. But this was not his choice. "Perhaps we should move on?" He inquired. He would not press her to leave. Though the way he held himself, as if in reverence of the mother, made it clear that he wished to leave them be. This was, ultimately Aurelia's trial. Her path to choose. But as a mother herself, would she be able to slay the parent or the offspring? Was she truly as merciless as the fire she embodied? He would support the mare he had come to feel fondly towards. A friendship, he was almost willing to admit. There strange relationship had led to a few interesting conversations, and events thus far. He was curious to see where it would lead them in the future. Even more curious to see how the mare would react to this situation. It was all rather fascinating to watch. The pivotal point where she decided just how much gaining what she desired meant to her. As well as how easily she could give up a part of herself that she would lose, should she take the life of blameless being. He held his own, selfish hope that she would spare them. He had no desire to see that ember leave the fiery mare. Fore without some value of life, what was there to stop the fire from devour everything in its wake? Call him a hypocrite for feeling so after committing the crimes he had. He would not care. Who wasn't a hypocrite at one point or another in their life? He was sure he would be one on more than one occasion in the course of his existence. "Talk." You have three choices in Life: Get up, give in, Or give it all you've got!

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