They headed west, trying to escape his daughter’s pursuit. He had to hand it to her, she was pretty determined to have his head. Tyko snorted at the thought of allowing his daughter to kill him. On one side of the story – he killed her mother, she wanted to kill him – it seemed only fair. But the other side didn’t give Axelle a say. She just had to live with the pain and possibly move on. That’s what Tyko had to do once he found out what he had done. Then he had to live with the pain of losing his most prized possession – his youngest daughter, Kimat. She carried his last name and because of that, he treated her like gold. It was just the way he saw things, and luckily she wasn’t completely gone, gone. She was just lost.
Deo carried him and Abella westward, not really steering towards any particular direction, just to land that looked clear and rideable. But maybe he should have been heading toward dense forests to hide, but Tyko wasn’t one to hide. He’d rather fight, to the death if he needed to, than hide. Abella, on the other paw, would rather stay out of all of this. But she couldn’t. He was her master and whatever he went through, she did too. The healing cuts all over her body proved it.
The trio came to a clearing, well, not really a clearing because it has rows and rows of sunflowers. Tyko figured it was a big enough spot for him to rest safely and still be hidden in a way. The flowers would cover their scent, mostly, and their huge manner would surely cover them enough. It wasn’t that he was running from her; it was just that he wasn’t prepared for another attack. Not yet, anyway. She came close the first time – she wouldn’t get that close ever again.
Tyko pulled Deo over to a clearing behind a few rows of sunflowers, and dismounted the horse carefully – trying not to touch Abella’s still punctured and broken body. He managed to lift his leg off frontwards and slide off of the side of the horse. He landed on the soil with a thump, but no dust cloud due to the moist soil. Then he held his arm out to Abella so that she could slide off more easily. She had trouble lifting her leg over the horse due to her chest being, still, beyond mangled, and it was the focal point for her body as well as all her injuries. She couldn’t move any type of way without feeling the deeps cuts scream with agony. She carefully slid off Deo’s back and walked away from Tyko. She walked toward the tall, beautiful flowers and touched the first one that presented itself to her. Her eyes clouded with tears, but none fell. She could feel a whimper catch itself in her throat. She would never be beautiful like these flowers again.
Tyko let her be. She was in enough pain just trying to heal, let alone to mention the emotional pain she must have been feeling. Sure, she was prepared for something like this to happen, but nothing like what actually did happen. He quietly tied the horse to a nearby tree, wrapping his reins around a low tree branch to keep him there, even though there was nowhere for the horse to run to except for miles and miles of flowers. Tyko didn’t say a word even after the horse was tied and he turned around to watch Abella touch each flower softly and whisper to each one, heading toward the far end of the field. Though he had no idea what she was saying to each sunflower, he gave her her alone time, and he enjoyed watching her weird antics.
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