Walking The Plank
10-26-2015, 07:17 PM
The world was so dark. His senses gone as he felt only the cold gripping fear and impending doom he felt within him. His lungs burned, his hind legs refused to move, and his flailing grew weaker. He was done for. He would die here, without his momma and without his father. He uttered a silent scream, only to find water surging into his lungs. This was it, wasn't it?
As he began to succumb to the darkness, eyes slipped closed and he let the water take him. He didn't feel the teeth around his scruff. Didn't feel the breaking of water as he was dragged back to shore. His mind was fading bit by bit. His breathing dangerously slow as his savior brought them to shore. He lied there, a sopping wet bundle of useless fur. His sides rose and fell, but barely. He felt he was on the brink of death.
Momma...I'm..sorry momma...I should have...stayed...should have..stayed to protect momma...ganta...is ganta with momma? I'm cold...why is it cold? Why am I so..useless...will I...die today? I'm weak...weak don't...survive... |
OOC// sorry for bad post :c
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