Posts by HARRISON WICKLIFF

Died alone singing a poor man's song
Chemo or no chemo, Harrison hated trips to anywhere. Unless they were trips to the bar, then he'd be fine. But shopping, arenas, malls were a no go for Harrison and this zoo thing was way beyond no at this point, the man was pretty much a hermit staying in the confinements of his home. He would have much rather be in his home anyways but he wasn't stupid enough to argue with Jules who was soo keen and so focused on doing this trip. With a half hearted agreement and a bit of preparation the man was here along with his family, parked ahead of a structure surrounded by chain linked fences with families going in and out by the dozen. A huge crowd, fuck was there any place that wasn't crowded these days? Apparently not.

As everyone was leaving the car, the older male lagged behind for a bit, not because of weakness or because something was wrong - he drank enough coffee to fight the exhaustion, but because he had to lug around an extra piece of five pound burden with him. An oxygen tank. One he lovingly named 'Little shit' because it got caught in fucking everything.

And of course, it got caught in his seatbelt and yanked his nasal cannula right out of his face when he tried to leave. The force was followed by a groan and as the little bits of plastic tubing hung off his shoulders he shoved the device back into his nostrils and secured the tubing behind his ears, making sure to use a hand to cover his face during the procedure. He didn't want Jules to panic, knowing the guy he'd probably go crazy over ten seconds without breathing assistance but really, not using the oxygen was only fatal when he was sleeping.

With an angry tug the portable oxygen tank was yanked from the car and as he saw the hand which his partner had offered his way, he rekuctsntky took it and sighed as he heard the french that was soon followed by the question from Jersey and immediately his gaze snapped over to the guy.

"This is a zoo, not a bar. You're on the wrong trip." He'd say towards the younger man before making his way over to Jules, sending his partner a miserable glance as if saying you got me here, now what?

As kage asked his question Harry would turn to face the boy and shrug his shoulders with an uncertain cock of his head.

"I dunno. Are we? Where's Jake?" And with that Harry pivoted on his heels in peered into the car again to see if the boy had gotten out yet.

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Died alone singing a poor man's song
Although it was a bloddied path he had long left behind the moment he was lynched, Harrison was once a gunslinging mercenary with a killer aim and an even more killer weapon. He had a trigger that was feared all through his nation, however, that fear came with a price but even so the stallion found himself missing the feeling of a revolver being twiddled between his fingers.

Hearing the call for a sharp shooting contest from no one other than highnoon the terminally ill stallion came galloping over before coming to a halt, sipping his head over towards the other southerner before huffing out a question.

"I ain't got no fingers. What am I gonna use for a gun?" The huge brute would question, his head cocking over because even if he wanted to participate in this badly, he didn't know how the hell he was going to do that in this body.

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Died alone singing a poor man's song
After getting the activity alert Harrison felt a little bad over the fact he wasn't really keeping up with his people. His cancer was slowing him, he was dying, being cooped up did not help him keep a good mark upon Blizzardclan so he supposed that this game was worth a shot. His head hung low, the stallion came over to tune into this event, the ever so familiar scent of tobacco reaching his nostrils almost instantly.

Harrison was doing so well for once, clean for a whole week. The longest he's ever been but lord did this smell push it. He licked his lips and eyed the stick of rolled up killers in an almost hungry manner but he would not dare ask for a fix. He simply stood and listened, waiting for a crowd to gather.

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Died alone singing a poor man's song
//my muse did a dead

Jules was in pain, it was evident in the grimace in his features and the irritation in his tense muscles. Maybe he shouldn't have brought this up, maybe he should have eased the man from stress but it was far too late to take it back. He held his breath as Jules spoke of words that were so honest, so heartfelt and so loving. So he knew he was dying but did he know how much he was going to hurt and suffer? Did he know of the torture he was casting upon himself.

The words which the shepherd spoke told him he was aware of this pain but he still strived for this unity between the two men. What was Jules? Some kind of masochist? Or was he really that in love?

A sigh drew from Harry's lips that finally parted from being bitten between teeth, his huge elongated cranium shook slowly until he would finally speak.

"I Don't know what ta do." He'd admit with a sad honesty to his sentence. "As much as you make sense I jus'... I don't want a big deal. I jus' wanna make what's gonna happen as easy as possible." The stallion would say, struggling to get a point across. He just didn't want to fucking torture this man was that too much to ask?

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Died alone singing a poor man's song
Every time those three words were spoken it struck Harry like a bullet through the cavity of his chest. It was sudden and strong, but a killer pain would soon followed the impact. The pain of guilt, of blame, it all intensified every time Jules's love for him was mentioned or thought of. He listened, ears pressed back in evident distress although his expression was blankly melancholic. Which option wa she going to take? That of ignorance, of separation and loneliness? Or should he give in and let Jules have at least some pleasure out of his friend before he died.

Still. He just... He didnt want it public. He didn't want pity or acknowledgement or questions, he knew this relationship, whatever it was was selfish on both parts, he knew there would be judgement and maybe if the clan didn't know of any attatchement between himself and Jules maybe the blow would be easier?

Oh Lord he did not know, so he supposed he'd go with what would benefit Jules even if doubt was still concentrated and guilt was heavy.

"Can we just... Take it slow?" The man would ask lightly, his tone faint as if ashamed of his modest request. He didn't know if he wanted This, he didn't know if he was safe doing this but... Maybe maybe if this was subtle it might just work.

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Died alone singing a poor man's song
Harrison's terminal illness was evident and all those who saw the man they probably knew he was dying. His eyes constantly glazed and hollowed in, features far too thin for a beast of his species, chest always heaving and throat rasping non stop you didn't have to know the guy to know he was going to keel over and due sooner or later. Even if he screamed of death and sickness no one was more aware of his condition more than himself. Not only was he aware of his illness bht he was constantly tormented by the thoughts of what he would leave behind

He was going to leave a son to watch his own father die, his idiot piece of shit of a father that couldn't fucking stay away from drugs. He was going to abandon a poor innocent child who did not deserve loneliness, not only that but he was going to abandon Jules as well. He did not know what was their relationship now. Friends? More than that. Lovers? Not quite, that idea scared the stallion for it planted a new agonizing thought in his head: the thought he was leaving a partner in the dust. How awful could he be to leave these two behind and suffer from something that the stallion had brought up into himself?

Due to the intensifying distress building up, Harrison exited his hut to take a walk in a desperate attempt to calm his agitated nerves, but if anything this promenade made everything worse. He was left alone with his thoughts, his ever so agonizing ideology and torturous fate that was yet to happen, the uncertainty of what was to happen haunted the warmblood.

Would Jacob never recover from this loss? Would he drove his own child into a depression? Was Jules lying about everything? Was he really goig to take care of himself?

Was he just fucking up the lives of innocent people who deserved better than him?

That was the truth now wasn't it? They deserved better, Harry had forced this tragedy upon people who would have been better without, Harrison had called this tragedy upon himself and I'm in a chain of events he had forced it upon those he was close to. In the end this was prevetable, all of this could have been avoided but the horse was too fucking stubborn and the thought snapped a trigger in his brain and suddenly the furious, sickly thin stallion raised hind legs to kick into the trunk of a birch tree, snapping the juvenile plant in half, it's feathery plumage of green leaves crash to the ground along with it's body that landed with a thunderous thump. This crashing and thrashing rose a new energy in Harrison, one of grief, guilt and rage. All so suddenly this destructive act triggered an outburst in the brute and soon he was kicking madly at the remaining stump, wooden shavings flew and as the horse met the roots of the tree he stomped into the soul before throwing himself around to face an Oak tree, then he's fear back and throw his forehooves into the bark, however, this plant did not keel under his force and remained completely still. An energy crash followed the outburst and now Harry lowered himself from the tree and pressed his forehead against its bark, eyes squeezed shut to mask the expression of emotion, his forehead being rubbed roughly against the surface of the oak, rubbing and scratching at his skin in a painful manner but he didn't fucking care. He deserved pain didn't he? This was all just Punishment, right?

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Died alone singing a poor man's song
Harry didn't known what the hell Jules was doing at the moment, games and festivities in this shape was something the stallion never experienced, his form of amusement was time spent out alone in the vast territories of the world rather than playing games.

Nonetheless, Harry approached the scene and lowered his gaze to meet that of his partner and some almost immediate anxiety sparked at the thought, the worries he had felt all kept up but Harry shook his head to rid himself od the thoughts. Now was not the time to let himself be tortured by what was to happen out of this.

Clearing his throat, the stallion would speak.

"Th'hell is This?"

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Died alone singing a poor man's song
In avid distress, the stallion pulled his head back and pressed it up against the oak tree in repetition until finally a developing pain caused the hide beast to cease his action. His breathe heaved out hoarsely through diseased organs and as the voice of his leader chimed in Harrison stepped back and allowed his ears to flatten against the back of his skull. His tail lashed and his jaw clenched, hisneyes remaining squeezed shut as he snapped a response.

"No I'm not." His words were abrupt and edged with a irritated tone, still unstable and he was showing it through his bitter words.

"Go away." and with that the Paladin turned and pressed his head against the tree again, pulling it back and knocking it against the tree repetitively again, a new unhealthy habit of his it seemed.

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