No Honey for the Damned

They had long grown accustomed to the sun's heat; even now they only felt brief tendrils of pain, in addition to the many wounds upon their backs, their claws almost dull from battles long gone.

Predaking didn't even wince when Ser-Ket felt the Earth under her feet and started to sharpen her claws, long after it had been thoroughly known that it was all for naught.

After her talons were sharpened, Ser-Ket looked at Predaking who returned her gaze, his eyes cast down.

There was no use for them now.

Their war was over a long time ago, but in the inevitable end, they still had much to learn. There was no oasis where they were headed, and there would be no honey for the damned.