DEMMIT TOBI GONNA MAKE ME CRY! ;n;
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He was shaking.
Cold and soaked to the bone, Percival shivered, but refused to rescue himself. The only other being that he could truly call a companion lay before him, his fate decided.
A certain coydog had gained his respect, but the short time hadn't allowed anything more to grow. Others only seemed to avoid, or talk down to him, because of his lack of ranking, or his antisocial personality.
Tobias Roche was the only treasure he had left, and even his shimmer was fading.
Cap'n... Tobi, no, please... No... Percival sobbed, hardly able to see the dying wolf so close to him now.
His captain's darkly coloured tongue against his pelt brought forth another set of tears racing through his golden fur. As the grip on his shoulder released, Percival cried aloud, growling lowly in anger, regret and despair. The touch was gone. Forever.
He shook his head, but it changed nothing; Tobias was dead. There was no point trying to convince himself otherwise, through past experience, he'd realized it only ever made it harder to cope with.
Then again, he never really let go.
His sister's death stayed with him still, haunting his dreams and placing him in hypnotic trances, a constant reminder as to why he should live with the guilt of what had been done. He refused to let the memory pass.
He lay his head down, burying his pale face in Tobias' blood soaked nape, staying still in the rain for what seemed like hours, until the warmth had left the corpse beneath him. He'd made a promise, more to himself, but a promise nonetheless, to never leave the side of his beloved captain, his dear and only friend...
It's time to let go.
Percival Teach sank into the waters, his breath laboured and body weak.
I will always stay by your side, Cap'n.
The current rushed in, pushing him against the rocks first, before pulling him back.
Always.
His body sank. Percival wasn't strong enough. The water flooded through.
It stung... Then everything went dark.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest...
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum.
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