Bod's Short Life

[Heff 2460]

Bod Was Trotting Down The Highway. His horse Frost was growing weary so they needed to camp for the night. Far away from the wild docks where he hoped to catch a boat there was no reason to push on.

The two sat in the muggy air at the Nations Crossing. His horse neither happily as it munched on an apple and Bod prepared his soup. He took a swig of coffee. His hands sweated, his face shaky. He had not had a sugar cube in days! This recovery journey would be a hard one. Eventually he forced himself to lay down on his fur mat.

The sun rose that morning, Frost stirred and trotted over to Bod and nuzzled his nose in Bod's chest... no reply. After several frantic attempts Frost began to panic. The horse, smarter than others of his species, bit off his rope and trotted to the side of the camp and layed next to his faithful master. Maybe he would wake up. Here the horse sat next to his dead master, a 16 year old teen who died of sugar withdrawal. The horse would sit by his master till his own death, no matter the pain that came.

A howl in the night and the wolves were out prowling the forests beside the Highway. They circled around the silent camp and moved in on the pair. Frost's ears perked up and looked around when the first wolf leaped into the air. It bit it's jaws into the shaggy horse's neck and then was launched into the air where it slammed against a tree, breaking its spine. Frost had to protect his master. He stomped down on the second wolf's head and it fell limp. Blood poured from Frost's neck when the next wolf came. It lunged for Bod but Frost leaped into the air slamming it into the ground. A poof of dust and then... the night air was silent once more. The wolves lay dead, Frost in a pool of blood, and Bod resting in the same position, hopefully his god Banath will allow him into a better place. The scene was motionless, the Thief Lord lifeless.

[Nekkore 641]

Nep walks across the highway and notices the body and horse. Walking closer to the body but still keeping her distance from the horse, recognising the face from Kingston.

"You! I remember you trying to touch me you creep, I'm glad your a fricking doll now!"

Quickly dashing off as she tries to quickly make a lot of distance between the horse.

[Heff 2460]

Frost sits next to his master when it finally dies of its wounds. Now it will sit with its master in death.