In this new rising dawn
A new hope has gone
With the sounds of sudden tears
Awaits blood filled fears
These souls of old
Have yet to be tolled
There was something dying inside of him, but he couldn't figure out what. In fact, he didn't think too much of it. He still carried on with his tasks, administering sharp-tongued or ill-tempered remarks when needed. There was still a listlessness about him and some nights he could just never sleep. As dogs get older, they often hide their pain from others in order to not feel weak, and Deutschland was doing this on a regular basis now. It is easy to look busy and disappear for long stretches of the day if you are a medic. People don't really think of healing the medic either.
If a Thunderlander or two decided to wake up early this morning and take a stroll to the edges of the border, they would be met with a gruesome sight. A young she-cat, her hindquarters bathed in blood, belonging to no discernible scent, was stretched out across the border. It would not take much experience to see that she died from a miscarriage. Her life and the lives of her unborn kits, however, were not the only ones lost. A few meters away lay Ladon, his throat torn open by a canine. And Deutschland, there in the center of it all, his mouth wet from foaming at the lips, and completely unresponsive.
How did it happen?
"I'm scared." The young she-cat said as Deutschland worked feverishly over her to save her life. "I didn't want this to happen." Previously she had shied from his touch, fearful of any male contact. The father of her kits had willingly left her and she was having difficulty with trust. Perhaps it was the fact she was loosing blood and the sense that death was near that made her speak so openly. She had tears in her eyes, and she kept telling him: "I don't want to die."
"You won't." Deutschland had said firmly, refusing to believe he could lose a mother and her kits. He had always been so successful with child birthing. Why was it failing now? When she breathed her last and lay her head down, Deutschland had never felt so defeated in his life. He had to step back and clear the lump in his throat. His eyes lidded and lightning flashed in the distance. He closed his eyes, then he opened them again. To his horror, the soft tabby fur of the she-cat was white now, and red eyes were staring woefully up at him.
An adopted sibling more like it, but Prussia had been a brother to him until ... Yes, he remembered when Prussia lost the litter of kits. Deutschland swallowed and stepped back as the white cat got up in a zombie-like trance. No, no, he's not ... he's not... His heart was pounding with fear as the white cat made no notion of stopping. Behind him, he could hear the cries of his own kits who had met their death all too soon when Feliciano had stumbled and miscarried a litter. It was becoming too much. The red eyes and the wailing souls ... "Stop! Stop ... LEAVE ME ALONE!" His shout brought him back to earth and when he blinked, the tabby she-cat was there again. He panted as his hearing adjusted and a faint voice broke into his thoughts, calling his name, "Deutschland! Deutschland!"
"La --" He couldn't even finish the name. Ladon was standing there in front of him, his eyes wide with horror and pain. Deutschland wearily noticed that his gaze was not directed to anything in particular. He seemed distraught and almost in a daze. Before he could say anything else, Ladon began to ramble. "No, no this can't be happening. I..I didn't meant to. I never wanted this. No..no..I...I'm sorry, so sorry. Please no, stop this. I didn't do this.... I did this. I killed them, I killed them all. Oh lupius why?. No, no. I'm sick, I'm sick. I'm sick Deutschland. Please don't let me hurt anyone more. Please lupius make this stop. Why? What did I do wrong?. I'm a killer, a killer, I'M A KILLER!!."
Lightning cracked across the sky again and all Deutschland saw were the whites of Ladon's eyes and teeth. He very nearly ducked out of the way, wheezing with the shock of being attacked by his own Clanmate, and one he trusted well. At this moment he knew, he would become one of the many anonymous murders. They had been Ladon, hadn't they? Was he behind the death of the she-cat as well? He wouldn't be able to know, because before he could comprehend what was happening, he had his teeth in Ladon's throat, and felt the sticky fluid pour down his chest. It was awful, and the German shepherd stepped back in horror. Ladon slumped to the ground now, half-dead, and Deutschland fumbled for cobweb. "Ladon! Ladon, I didn't --"
"Thank you." The physician murmured as if he was at peace. Gone was his misery and suffering, but for Deutschland, it was only beginning. As he watched the life fade from his Clanmate's eyes, a criminal, but a Clanmate as well, he remembered when someone else had thanked him for their death at his paws.
The bitch. The traitor. The one he had murdered in a spectacle in front of the entire Clan.
Ladon. Sasha. Ladon. Sasha. Ladon. Sasha.
It's funny you thought you could become a better person by learning the art of healing, but you're killing people the same way you've killed them when you were leader. Traitor! Traitor!
The German shepherd stumbled back and forth, unable to tell his surroundings. He staggered and gasped. His shoulders trembled like leaves. He couldn't hear himself think. He felt himself slipping away, darkness edging his vision. Before he lost all hope and all wakefulness, he was able to fill his lungs with enough air for a loud cry. The name of someone he had always trusted and clung to. But he couldn't feel him anywhere, and he hoped that he could feel something again, something through the bond ... anything. "FELICIANO!"
And the world went black.
These events had transpired approximately 38 minutes from the opening scene. At this point, Deutschland was half awake and his flank rose and fell. The stench of blood on his chest was overwhelming his senses and he couldn't remember anything right away. He hurt all over and he couldn't get up. The rays of the rising sun warmed his pelt as he lay helplessly.
ooc notes //
originally this was a much larger post, but i had lost it in a computer crash. i wanted to rewrite it when i had muse because i've been feeling pretty good about my muse level in the past few hours.
seina (Ladon's roleplayer) gave me permission for Ladon's death. Ladon's dialogue was written by her as well. Ladon confessed to being behind the mystery murders and when he attacked Deutsch, he managed to kill him
The prophecy at the beginning was written by Lycan/Laika