All I can see is blood
05-21-2014, 12:34 AM
For the first time in a long time Novocaine felt like a child again. True he had only recently turned one year but he had often considered himself older than that. Not today, no today he was a terrified pup once more. It hadn?t taken long for the boy to figure out something was wrong. He was sore, cold and surrounded by a god awful stench, oh and blood was pouring out of his eyes. Novocaine was sure he was dying, whatever it was that had afflicted him was killing him. But not here, no he would not wither away alone here in this den.
The grey and white boy crawled from his den afraid of what would happen if he rose to his full height. Once beyond his den he let loose a panicked call, for anyone who might come to his aid. That was when the convulsions took hold of him, starting with is limbs and then taking hold of his whole body. He fell onto his side, shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolling back as the violent shaking overtook him.
Please note: Novocaine is missing his right eye entirely, an empty socket is all that remains in its stead. Not all of his tables reflect that as of yet!
05-21-2014, 04:10 AM
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NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
05-26-2014, 12:11 AM
There were shapes all around him, laughing, taunting shapes. They snickered as he shook unable to stop himself. He wanted them to stop; he wanted them to leave him alone! They were calling his name, tearing it apart in their horrible screeching voices. A bigger shape than the rest was approaching him, his name booming from the horrific figure. A growl rose from Novocaine, the only thing he still seemed to be in control of. Even that was stripped from him as involuntary strained whines pushed their ways out of his body. No! Why was this happening? Why couldn?t the figures leave him alone?
Then it got worse, the shouting was getting deafening, and suddenly he felt bile rising up in his throat. The figure?s laughter only intensified as he found himself emptying his stomach onto the grass. The boy closed his eyes, laying in his own vomit and willing the voices to be quite. In fact it took him a moment to realize it had gone quite, deathly so. In fact Novocaine was certain he was dead.
But no, he could smell the acid scent of his thrown up food and as he slowly opened his eyes he realized the figures were, gone? all except for one.
Please note: Novocaine is missing his right eye entirely, an empty socket is all that remains in its stead. Not all of his tables reflect that as of yet!
05-27-2014, 11:48 AM