"Keep up!" Camio's voice was loud and clear ringing out to his youngest brother. Watching his brother follow after him the young Zamora couldn't help but grin at his plans unraveling. He would finally be able to get back his youngest sibling and make it a good get back too. As the two young Zamora brothers ran towards the waterfall Camio decided it was time. His pace slowing down to a mere stroll as his he heard his brother pant for breath as his (Camio's brother's) form appeared next to him. Camio was familiar with this waterfall while his brother was a rookie when it came to these waters. "Come on, the water is just fine. Nice and shallow too." A smile so wicked and evil curled up on Camio's inky lips. His brother was quick to wade into the water after Camio. Now was his time! Taking a good bat at the water Camio splashed his brother. With a wide devilish grin Camio watched his brother stumble and grumble something at Camio. Laughing like the child he was Camio was too slow to notice his brother slip. The water going from shallow and gentle to deep and savage. Shocked he took a step after his brother, but he was too selfish to risk his own life. Hearing the howls of his brother it didn't take too long for everything to drop silent. His brother gone, gone forever. Disappeared. The water had swallowed him whole like some ravaging beast. Reality hit him like a freight train. The realization of his dream sinking in and causing his heart to beat faster then ever. His eyes shot open wide into the darkness. He struggle at first to make out who was next to him. The male's mind was so scattered he didn't recognize his own mate next to him, as she slept peacefully next to his racked form. Scrambling to his paws Camio jumped up and rushed out of the den. A rather dreadful mixture of growls and whines escaped his jaws. "I killed him, he's gone. I'm a beast, a savage, a killer..." His brown hued eyes shot a glance into the den where Nova would sleep. She had no idea of his past and maybe that's why she loved him. If she knew of his past Camio would like to bet that Nova would stray far from his side. Scrambling onward his tawny form would move around the borders. Far from where Nova was laying. In fact he had been so quick to disappear that he was already halfway to the other side of the borders. He couldn't stay here. A rattling image of his brother falling clouded his head. And Camio had done nothing. The Zamora had simple stood there watching his own kin fall to their ultimate death. How could one be so cruel? Was that how he was suppose to be? Perhaps it was his past coming back to haunt him. His roots catching up to him. He knew all too well that this was where his twisted, sour memories would wrap around his legs like vines and drag him down. Pacing he didn't know what to do. He was still shocked so nervous and rattled from that awful nightmare. "I need to get lost, I'm no good for anyone around here." He growled out himself. This was surely how everything went down. Surely how the world would twist and burn right in front of his eyes. How he would let down another being he loved. Who knew though? What if this was all for the best? What if this was his wake up call? Although he was no believer in fate something deep down told him that this might be a calling of sorts. As if some god was trying to tell him he needed to finish what he started. Hell raiser, sinner, liar, and villain to all. This very night, would mark a new chapter in his life. "Speech." |
in coffins and boxes, a museum of the dead