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Urgat Rip-Eye
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Reflection
“The stars are unusually bright tonight” Kamar though as his eyes scanned the heavens.
It occurred to him that he had never once just lay back, and looked upwards at the night sky. Not once during his life had he stopped to appreciate its strange beauty. His gaze fell to the moon, a crescent blade of white upon the black velvet of the scene above, ever watching down on the countless people going about their business on this insane world.
“Aye” he mused silently to himself “It’s insane all right. Just think Kamar… all this time to lie back and admire things such as this, all this time to stop and think for a second about what ya were doing with your life. Dear gods ya’ve missed out on so much. And for what? To serve Midgard? And Loki?
His thoughts were cut off by a violent bout of coughing. Red liquid spattered his face and the ground around him as the blood collecting in his lungs was expelled by his body’s reaction to its presence.
“Heh… I hear ya Lord Loki… ‘Twas not meant as disrespect my master… no need to remind me of my predicament huh” he gasped. “Hah! Predicament, that’s a fine choice of words there Kamar, Some predicament eh?”
The irony was apparent to the old assassin. For the first time in his life, he had seen beyond the kill, beyond the battle at hand, beyond the war, and the odds were, that he would only be seeing it for a few minutes more. The poison was still in his veins and there was still a gaping hole in his throat. Baring the intervention of Eir himself… Kamar was going to die. He knew it, and accepted it… yet still he sighed.
“Joking aside Loki…” he whispered. As a whisper was all he could manage now. “Was it worth it? Was it all worth living a life of solitude, a life in the shadows, and dark places of the world? I bet ya my life ya don’t answer me Loki” he half chuckled, half gurgled to himself. “No? No answer? Well then, I win! If ya would just fix this hole I seem to have in my neck I’ll be on my way the…” his sentence was cut short as the laugh he was trying to suppress burst out, bringing another bout of coughing and yet another shower of blood.
His breathing came erratically now. The life bane was wrecking his nervous system. Compounded with the blood pouring into his lungs, it would be a matter of seconds now.
“I guess this is it then…” He thought “No sign of the valkeries yet… but no sign of Hel yet either… so still could go either way I guess.”
Slowly Kamar Ganinsson, Hand of Loki, closed his eyes, and took one last breath.
The chirping crickets of Emain macha seemed to still their voices. The wind stopped it’s rushing through the lush trees of the Hibernian landscape and the distant sounds of battle faded away.
In the perceived silence the old rogue thought for a split second more
“Aye…” he thought as he grinned, and nodded slowly…“ It was worth it Loki… it was worth it.”
“The stars are unusually bright tonight” Kamar though as his eyes scanned the heavens.
It occurred to him that he had never once just lay back, and looked upwards at the night sky. Not once during his life had he stopped to appreciate its strange beauty. His gaze fell to the moon, a crescent blade of white upon the black velvet of the scene above, ever watching down on the countless people going about their business on this insane world.
“Aye” he mused silently to himself “It’s insane all right. Just think Kamar… all this time to lie back and admire things such as this, all this time to stop and think for a second about what ya were doing with your life. Dear gods ya’ve missed out on so much. And for what? To serve Midgard? And Loki?
His thoughts were cut off by a violent bout of coughing. Red liquid spattered his face and the ground around him as the blood collecting in his lungs was expelled by his body’s reaction to its presence.
“Heh… I hear ya Lord Loki… ‘Twas not meant as disrespect my master… no need to remind me of my predicament huh” he gasped. “Hah! Predicament, that’s a fine choice of words there Kamar, Some predicament eh?”
The irony was apparent to the old assassin. For the first time in his life, he had seen beyond the kill, beyond the battle at hand, beyond the war, and the odds were, that he would only be seeing it for a few minutes more. The poison was still in his veins and there was still a gaping hole in his throat. Baring the intervention of Eir himself… Kamar was going to die. He knew it, and accepted it… yet still he sighed.
“Joking aside Loki…” he whispered. As a whisper was all he could manage now. “Was it worth it? Was it all worth living a life of solitude, a life in the shadows, and dark places of the world? I bet ya my life ya don’t answer me Loki” he half chuckled, half gurgled to himself. “No? No answer? Well then, I win! If ya would just fix this hole I seem to have in my neck I’ll be on my way the…” his sentence was cut short as the laugh he was trying to suppress burst out, bringing another bout of coughing and yet another shower of blood.
His breathing came erratically now. The life bane was wrecking his nervous system. Compounded with the blood pouring into his lungs, it would be a matter of seconds now.
“I guess this is it then…” He thought “No sign of the valkeries yet… but no sign of Hel yet either… so still could go either way I guess.”
Slowly Kamar Ganinsson, Hand of Loki, closed his eyes, and took one last breath.
The chirping crickets of Emain macha seemed to still their voices. The wind stopped it’s rushing through the lush trees of the Hibernian landscape and the distant sounds of battle faded away.
In the perceived silence the old rogue thought for a split second more
“Aye…” he thought as he grinned, and nodded slowly…“ It was worth it Loki… it was worth it.”