This is a Balto oneshot based on an idea for my RP. It is dedicated to my castmates in the Balto RP and partially inspired by a passage in a Star Wars novel. No bashing or flaming please.
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The Demise
Steele clung perilously from the ice-covered cliff, looking into Hammy’s eyes. Steele’s years of mushing experience are irrelevant. His mastery of running is useless. His strong body, his influence with the dogs of Nome, his many wins—all the pursuits to which he had devoted his attention throughout his life—are now weights bending his neck before nature’s ax.
Hammy begged his enemy to accept his aid, but it was refused. Very shortly after, Steele lost his grip. He fell forever. Upon impact, the shock blasted away his universe. Balto’s nemesis was now dead.
After this, Hammy went down the mountain and discovered Steele’s body. The former champion was now nothing more than a broken bag of ruptured organs and broken, exposed bones. Hammy turned away and left, knowing that this didn’t have to happen. Steele’s life had been a life destroyed by his hate.