Avoiding the Thought

*Domovei* · 04-14-2013, 09:20 PM

Once again the brute swayed on all fours, dangerously close to collapsing entirely. His vision seemed to go in and out, blurring without warning. He fought to gaze at the female called Cassandra, struggling desperately against the dehydration that wracked his entire being. Tongue still desperately slid from his jaws, lapping at his lips pathetically, as though he might suddenly begin to salivate and that would quench the fierce thirst that ravaged him.

Cassandra spoke of Newt, his Queen... she didn't know her, his savior. A gentle snarl escaped his unhinged jaws, but he was far too weak to continue his display of aggression for long. The sound wavered, silence overtaking the beast as he grew more delirious. "If you lead me, I will follow," he assured her simply, green eyes flashing as he watched her. Desperate, weak -- this was not an entirely unfamiliar state for Domovei. But at least now, he could barely think about the state he was in, his mind clouded with overall confusion. He would creep a bit closer to her, rather unsteady on his shaking limbs, though the desperate look in his stare told Cassandra he would follow if she brought him to water.

(No worries, I understand! <3)

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