Fortree City | Morning (10)
Pain, overwhelming and crippling pain, that was what the beedrill felt each time he flew. He had to make do with short bursts of flight, before having to stop to rest, which in his state meant leaning against a tree with his one good leg to keep him from falling. At this point he considered it a miracle that he could still even fly, that the fire based attacks did not burn his wings off rendering him flightless. Every foot was like a mile, and every flap of his wings made him want to tear them off just to stop the muscle spasms brought on by the pain.
It took a while, but eventually #3829 made it back to the human dwelling where his queen had token to hiding her honey in, which just recently had become a shrine for her. He had failed his only purpose in unlife, and now on the verge of death, he just wanted to be by her side as he died.
His precious queen was just how he had left her, elegant even while dead, poised even when she was burnt, and surrounded by the heavenly aroma that was brought about by her honey. #3829 weakly made it to her side, ready to collapse in a heap and go to the place she would be now. He almost made it too, but the disruption of the silence brought him out of his trance. He quickly looked around to see if the dragons who had done this to him had followed him, but nothing, and then it started up again. To his surprise it was coming from his queen, well, to be specific, it was coming from her head.
The features were still burnt and unmoving as they had been before he had left, and the mouth did not move, but somehow it was like his queen was talking to him. Despite his failure to avenge her, or even protect her in the first place, the head of his queen was commending him either way, and the beedrill felt unworthy. And as much as he wanted to join her where ever she had gone to, she told him it was not time, that she had plans for him, that she needed a minion to do things for her, which utterly confused him. He just wanted to curl up and let the darkness take him next to her, but he did not want to let his queen down again, so he did what he was told.
He would never think about doing this, but his queen commanded it, so #3829 desecrated the majestic body of his queen and cut off the head. Apparently she needed to be around to provide further instructions, and this was the only way….He expected her to ask him to take care of the dragons, but she had other plans, ones that needed him far away from here, so reluctantly the beedrill flew away from the shrine of his now headless queen, off to follow the command of the head of the only one to give him a purpose.
((M'kay, I'm done floating here for now, was fun RPing with you all~))