Decision, A
17. Forestry
Parasitic poisons wither—the tree yet stands, tho' the bole above seems like to die. Once young, strong, a branch lies dead, victim of the boring creature.
Ashen faced, he listens, hears the twisted mouth as it savors the news. Théodred is dead. Behind my ailing monarch stands his slender support.
The tender shoot holds the promise of life—if only ...
One quick thrust...pale flesh squirms on my dagger point. Repulsed, I grind it under a booted heel.
Heavy lidded eyes flick o'er his onetime master, seeking fresher sustenance.
I reach for the redeeming blade ...
'...another Worm for killing ...'
~Nessime
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Discussion welcome - in the Drabble Mini-challenge #1 or in Nessime's Notes
Ashen faced, he listens, hears the twisted mouth as it savors the news. Théodred is dead. Behind my ailing monarch stands his slender support.
The tender shoot holds the promise of life—if only ...
One quick thrust...pale flesh squirms on my dagger point. Repulsed, I grind it under a booted heel.
Heavy lidded eyes flick o'er his onetime master, seeking fresher sustenance.
I reach for the redeeming blade ...
'...another Worm for killing ...'
~Nessime
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Discussion welcome - in the Drabble Mini-challenge #1 or in Nessime's Notes
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