Welcome back, gang. Now forgive me for spoiling the ending but would it be acceptable for me to have Procyon die upon his own sword or would having him fall be more acceptable? Just want a Shakespearean death for Procyon and I'm wondering if the sword choice is acceptable with the rating I've got and I don't want to change my rating.
Forgotten
Gard heard the cry of his brother and knew that something was wrong. Beside him stood Lynx-O and the Drifter. They watched as Gard breathed in the night air. Gard sighed knowing full well what happened.
"Procyon has been taken over by his bloodlust." Gard breathed again. He was puzzled. "This time it is unnatural." Lynx-O listened with curiosity. How could Gard know if Procyon's bloodlust was natural or not? "Someone forced him into this one." Lynx-O and the Drifter had become equally puzzled at this comment. Who? Why? "Lynx-O you stay here, Drifter gather some townspeople into a search party. Diplomacy won't be of any use now, I've got to try and save my brother or release him from his bloodlust." Gard jumped into the night sky, leaving both Lynx-O and the Drifter stunned at how high he jumped.
Gard entered the forest surrounding Mount Supmylo. He knew Procyon was somewhere in this area. He just didn't know where.
A smell came to Gard's nose. It was familiar, it was what Procyon smelled of: blood. He then heard something. Gard looked up and saw a black bird with red eyes. He stared at it. There was something terribly sinister about the bird, something otherworldly.
Gard then heard another thing. Something loud. He turned around and saw an evabon with red and black skin. Black skin? Gard smelled the scent of blood and knew that it was Procyon. Filled with both anger and fear, Procyon was unable to get out of the bloodlust and so the two brothers starred at one another. Gard recognized Procyon but Procyon did not seem to recognize Gard.
"Greetings, stranger." Procyon raised a hand in salutations. The bloodlust had affected his mind greatly. "What clan do you come from?"
"The Gille clan." Gard was lying. He had come from the Maliw clan just like Procyon had, it had been lead by the cruel and manipulative Donnchad once. Gard breathed. "My name is Ignam, what is yours?" A surprised look came across Procyon's face.
"I don't know." Gard was surprised too but he did not show it. It was unfortunate but it seemed the bloodlust had affected Procyon so much that Gard's older brother was forgetting so many things. This was tragic, just tragic.