He couldn't help but peer into the eggshell again. Slightly green. Feathers. Scythe felt sick again, he was about ready to vomit. Was this punishment for what he had done? Though hazy, he could still remember what he had caused to deserve this.
He was standing on a cliff, the lake breeze swirled through his nostrils. The sun warmed his fur and the dark rocks he stood on. He was back, back to the day he regretted the most. He stared hungrily at the unguarded nest, it was littered with feathers, bones, and two delicate eggs. This nest belonged to a Seviper. He was perfectly aware of the risk, but he had gone two and a half days without proper nourishment and craved delicious blood. He had travelled through barren plains with nothing to eat but the lovely flowers and heavily lacking Fletchlings. He was hungry. He was desperate.
A part of him willed to move on, to avoid the consequences and settle with a water-dwelling Marill or Bidoof even. But the other part demanded him to eat the eggs' contents, to succumb to the shameful act of savoring the liquidy yolk and more. He gave in to the gruesome suggestions. Before he knew it, he had already broken into the first egg and was chugging all of the contents in large gulps. He poked a large hole into the other with his large claws.
Before he even got to devouring the second egg, he heard a loud hiss behind him. It was the mother. Scythe quickly spun around, caught completely red-handed and eating the snake's offspring. The Seviper's eyes narrowed with anger but then widened when she saw the unreservedly empty egg. She charged blindly, the sole intent of destroying the infiltrator was clear. Sythe narrowly dodged her attack, a hair away from death. He sprinted his fastest to the safe woods, nearly tripping over the other egg and sending it rolling... Right off the cliff.
The wailing cries of the lost mother followed Sythe, and no matter how fast he ran, they still haunted him. He couldn't sleep that night, afraid that the bereaved Seviper would ambush him at anytime. Afraid of the guilt. To this day, he has been running and hiding from the Seviper he had eventually learned was Blade, fighting her when he needed to. He had even taken it upon himself to ensure balance in his new home, to make sure that no others would make his same mistake. He even gave up meat, in hopes that the taste of expecting eggs would someday go away.
Sythe suddenly snapped back to the present. He threw the hideous egg to the ground with his last wisp of willpower. "What's the matter, Sythe? I thought you liked eggs?" Blade's eyes narrowed upon that last word, her pupils were thin slits of darkness and hatred. Sythe fell to his knees and tears welled up in his eyes. He mustered up a shaky voice as Blade loomed over him, "Just kill me, end my daily torture. I run from my mistakes but what do I acheive? I can never give you back your children... So just do it."
"Gladly," Blade's eyes were blazing with cold revenge, she poised her venomous fangs to strike. Aiming for his the back of his neck, she quickly attacked.