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“Little soldier, so brave.” The creature growled, pressing down harder. “How brave will you be with your own weapon piercing your flesh?” Even as the last words rumbled though its chest, the fearling brought the weapon down hard. The commanders scream echoed through the halls, mingling with the sound of scraping metal and steel on stone, a sound of finality. The weapon was driven with so much force that it punctured through both the chest and back plates before being embedded about a foot into the stone.

Head lolling back, time seemed to slow for the man, any sounds ringing in his ears distorted. Hawthorne choked on the pain, adams apple bobbing as he tried to swallow, gasping for a breath. Blood pooled around him, the thick streams traveling along the crevasses in the stone. Blinking and trying to stay awake, the commander’s dulled hazel gaze turned to the fearlings who were lumbering to the exit the royals had escaped though. As he was about to call out, spur them to stay and distract them for longer, the large wooden door on the opposite side of the hall crashed open.

A tiny smile grew on Gavin’s face when he recognized the man. Golden scythe raised, the general had entered the battle.

“G-go get em’…koz…”
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Exert from an rp I was in with
He was a bit on an oc of mine. Originally he was just supposed to be a filler character that I could bounce the rp around on but I actually started really liking him. And like every character that I love....I killed him ._.

Second in command to General Kozmotis Pitchiner, Commander Gavin Hawthorne.

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This song is what I imagine playing during that moment up until when he dies. ~headdesk~ Why must I love really sad rps so much?

Description
“Little soldier, so brave.” The creature growled, pressing down harder. “How brave will you be with your own weapon piercing your flesh?” Even as the last words rumbled though its chest, the fearling brought the weapon down hard. The commanders scream echoed through the halls, mingling with the sound of scraping metal and steel on stone, a sound of finality. The weapon was driven with so much force that it punctured through both the chest and back plates before being embedded about a foot into the stone.

Head lolling back, time seemed to slow for the man, any sounds ringing in his ears distorted. Hawthorne choked on the pain, adams apple bobbing as he tried to swallow, gasping for a breath. Blood pooled around him, the thick streams traveling along the crevasses in the stone. Blinking and trying to stay awake, the commander’s dulled hazel gaze turned to the fearlings who were lumbering to the exit the royals had escaped though. As he was about to call out, spur them to stay and distract them for longer, the large wooden door on the opposite side of the hall crashed open.

A tiny smile grew on Gavin’s face when he recognized the man. Golden scythe raised, the general had entered the battle.

“G-go get em’…koz…”
______

Exert from an rp I was in with
He was a bit on an oc of mine. Originally he was just supposed to be a filler character that I could bounce the rp around on but I actually started really liking him. And like every character that I love....I killed him ._.

Second in command to General Kozmotis Pitchiner, Commander Gavin Hawthorne.

[link]

This song is what I imagine playing during that moment up until when he dies. ~headdesk~ Why must I love really sad rps so much?