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It was war.
And it was over just like that.
And all Gerald could think about was the fact that...he couldn't find his Slagar. The commander ran, his feet hitting the floor in quick nervous runs, searching threw the ruins of Onxy, struggling to search for the fire creature, his mate, his lover, his husband. Shit, shit.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry, his arms moving rumble out of the way, slipping past medics, and other cadets. He just had to find him. Find his Slagar, find his fire creature...He stopped. The familiar blond hair...No.
Gerald took nervous steps forward before he fell to his knees next to the limp form. His four arms shook as he nervously tugged the limp form into his lap, hands resting on the creatures shoulders, and sides, one resting on hs cheek. He swallowed. "Slagar? Lieutenant Slagar!" He cursed softly shaking the form once again. But he only received silence.
The dead, quiet, silence.
At each passing momen