Under the Weather
09-18-2016, 02:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-18-2016, 02:21 PM by Vadim I.)
He'd been so absorbed in wallowing in his self pity that he hadn't noticed the girl's approach until she spoke up and expressed her concern about his current state, to which he offered only the watery eyes of a youth in turmoil. "No, I don't think so. I always knew I'd die young but I didn't think it would be this young." His voice rang in dramatic expression as he would attempt to lift himself up to sit on his haunches, hoping to be at least semi-presentable. His gaze wandered down to the beetle shells that he'd spilled and he suddenly felt cold and embarrassed, his limbs shivering slightly from a mixture of wounded ego and sickness. His eyes would shy away from the coral girl as his ears lowered against the back of his head, "I think it was the beetles, I'm not sure.. but my stomach hurts something fierce. If I die, tell my family it was in a crazy battle with a bear or something. This is not how I want to be remembered!" He whined and plopped back down to the earth, feeling to weak at and disheartened at the moment to fight to stay up right. His eyes found the courage to look back in the woman's direction and only then did he notice the unique amount of pink that the woman held. She was tall, tall enough that he assumed she was an adult but the way the sun brought her pelt to life with illuminating light had him widening his eyes in awe. "...who are you? Are you an.. angel?" |
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