runaway_cub (runaway_cub) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2007-12-16 14:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, faelan, sirius |
What Is It That Lurks...
Characters: Faelan, Sirius
Summary: An Intervention in the Night
Two nights after the full moon, Faelan’s room was still a mess of torn up drawings mixed with an array of gifts that he hadn’t yet put away or, in some cases, even used. Lined up neatly on the top of his dresser, he’d spent much time touching them all admiringly, staring at them with unfading surprise and humbled gratitude for everyone’s attention on his 18th birthday. In the corner, huddled under his wing in a new cage lined with scraps of bad sketches and with bars painted in an array of bright colors, Edward hooted softly in his half-sleep. He liked his new owner very much – he always gave him lots of treats and sat and talked to him and stroked his feathers – but the young man was a strangely noisy sleeper.
Tangled in a mess of sheets, the boy thrashed, mumbling incoherently...
He couldn’t breathe. Smoke filled his lungs, and he couldn’t get any air. He stumbled from his blankets, crawled into the open, saw it: the fire, consuming the larger tent beside his own, flames shooting red and gold into the sky. In the distance, they crowded around, watching, fists flying, matted gray hair soaked with blood, blows landing the old man on his knees, swaying, weakening...
“NO!”
He ran and was grabbed, arms pinning him, dragging him off his feet. Across the clearing, beyond the fight, wide dark eyes stared into his. He kicked, desperate to get away, to save... “NO! LET ME GO!”