OOC: Dead Lykoi!WC: 449
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The final moments of Columbine Lykoi's life were a blur of color, blood, insanity and treason. He could not stand that the last face he would see was Helotes, conquering him in a final and humiliating manner.
He would die at the hands of the brother he protected and loved fiercely. Yes, it was all coming back to him now in a flood of reason that drowned him as the world slowly spun to white. Attacking Ezekiel and landing on his smaller form before being wrenched off by his self important and muscular brother was a blur, though he knew that it had happened from the blood that poured from his neck. Of course it would be Helotes to deliver his final failure. After all, his dark brother was also the son of Kerberos, and it would only make sense that his father had some hand in his death.
And yet he could not bring himself to hate with the passion he held several seconds before. Frightened umber eyes darted around, desperately seeking the one face he missed the most. Ilusion....Ilusion, he thought though he could not form words, his desperate face seeking the only creature he still loved with a purity of heart that could not be rivaled. Oh, how he had missed her! Columbine hadn't smiled when she was missing, and he rarely smiled when she was around. But the lovely girl was his entire heart, and the doomed organ quickened at the thought of her being alone with only the weaker two brothers to protect her.
Columbine was collapsed on the ground and his moments were numbered. Each precious second ticked away at his unfairly shortened life. He did not want to die - he was not ready, he did not think it was fair - but there was nothing he could do. Helotes took away that option when he sliced through his own brother's neck like soft butter, ignoring all bonds of family in defense of... In defense of what? A mutt? A tawny creature that claimed Kingship when he had done nothing but been born into the role? The Hastati would die with his hubris intact. Perhaps the Gods would punish him for that sin first.
The world was spinning faster, and Columbine knew death stood beside him, waiting to carry the dark man away in its skull and crossbones chariot. With his last vestiges of strength the hanged man lifted his arm to his brother, allowing his hand to waver in the air. Hermano... the bloody creature whispered, fading eyes seeking the other as the brothers clasped hands for one final time.
It lasted several moments, and then the familiar death rattle came.