"I am fighting a losing fight."
The thougt raced through his head as the three left the water troll den
"Corax will surely win her heart from it's perch."
They traveled to wind down from their fight with an easier one.
Bones filled the cave, living and dead alike.
"I do not need healing"
The words were familiar, yet.. t'was Corax that spoke them.
He cut her, she stood in true disbelief.
Then he ran, something Fyzgig did only briefly.. though Corax ran for a long while..
Was he scared of finally coming face to face with his rival and truly learning intentions?
He left sight as they wandered away, did he leave when she would soon need him?
Fangs in the night, misted tendrils that creep ever so closely.
Laughter that inspires fear to take hold.
SHE arriaved, and with her arrival his mind blanked.
There was no surviving this. No escape route. He had to save both of them.
He had to make sure she would be happy.
He had to...
He.. was no more.
The inner beast broke his chains. That which longed to kiss, to hold, to LIVE.
"I think.. I'll take.. Your blood."
The words escaped the cornered beast, a mockery to her kind to garner her eyes. His skin was enspelled. His spell was set. He would fight for Rae. He would fight for Ave.
He conjured fire, and she began burning with each blow. She wanted to end him quickly. He wouldn't let her.
He became the beast of unbridled rage.
Avelyn joined the fray when the monsters fought, allowing Raewynn's escape.
He wanted to sacrifice.
Fyzgig wanted blood.
The fight lasted for a good lenght, both sides gaining and losing ground.
Then she faltered, forgetting the beast she awoke.
Fyzgig's claws grabbed the woman, the fear began to boil as his strength began to fade.
He held her briefly, ave charging a stake at the creature he was intent on crushing lke a tomato.
She broke free, angered, retreating to the mists.
Then it happened. Ave lost his mind amongst those who would call him friend.
He declaired Raewynn his lover.
She spoke the truth in its deepest cut, in the softest of voices.
"I would have to know you."
He left wounded body and mind, seeking his death.
Fyzgig tried to console her until his return.
Then the mouse challenged the lion.
"Who do you think you are?! Trying to get yourself killed over words like that?!"
He put his point across harshly, so it might soften blows..
At daybreak, he left the two alone, something ave needed to learn.
A woman deserves her time, for it is her time.
He traveled not to his security in the sage tower, but to midway after Corax.
He wishrd to speak on recent events and once more show his acceptance in whomever won her heart.
Corax gifted him weapons. A crossbow, bolts, and a swift piercing blade to the heart.
"I think she views you more as a pranking friend, than a courting suitor"
It flashed in his mind again. The words that dug so deep.
He knew.. He understood.. But.
He was determined to see her happy, even if it meant doing what he could do best.
He thanked the man, and offered a playful warning.
"Who knows, maybe I'll steal a kiss." Was he playing?
He left to where 'home' was.
Home.. he missed home.
He missed his own delusion of courting after Rae.
He wept. A trail of sorrow from midway haven to the grey city.
He saw her, and hid his sorrow. He did not want her to know, it was not her fault.
She lost something special, and he found it.
A man who never asks why, an argument, words meant and words created to try and wretch time alone with Rae from his hands.
He failed.
He traveled to her to admit his failures and shortcomings.
He could not lie to her, she meant much to him.
A friend and holder of his heart.
He had her alone for but a flash of time. Avelyn was clinging dearly.
And so he wrote a note, his feelings etched to paper..
Had she read it before Ave slept?
He did not know.
He did not care.
She was happy.
She treated him differently, a bit.. more.
He did not know if it held meaning to one way or another.
He would suppress wanting, unless she made the next move.
He was happy.
He was hers to love as she saw fit.
