Ode To The Fallen Ones

*Zell* · 04-19-2016, 02:27 AM

He'd woken up feeling kind of shitty this morning, but he figured it was the start of a bad cold from the abnormally wet season this year. His nose had started off stuffy, his eyes crusted shut and his breathing ragged and labored. As the male walked along the banks of the river to find a spot to drink from, his hind legs buckled and he fell rump first into the mud. He groaned with pain, teeth gritting as he began to feel even worse. Within minutes, he felt like his body temperature dropped several degrees, his body shivering violently.

"What the hell?" With his throat feeling parched, the large male struggled to pull himself up with his front legs. Moving too quickly however, he lurched forward and he came to find that not only would his hind legs not support him, but his front legs had suddenly given out on him. Before he knew it, he saw the water rushing towards his face, cold sweeping up and around him. With a choking gasp, he could only flail helplessly as his limbs refused to cooperate. He tried to call for help, but his voice seemed to lose itself halfway up, and water threatened to choke him.

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Ode To The Fallen Ones

Zell