Waiting For Something

*Pollux* · 11-06-2016, 09:03 PM

Pollux had never been here before. In fact, he’d never been anywhere [i]near[/i] here before. Ever. But when he’d run away, he hadn’t been paying much attention to where he was going, and he’d been running for days, stopping only to drink, and to catch what small, meager prey he could. He wasn’t particularly good at hunting. He wasn’t really good at [i]anything[/i], actually. So the fact that he was still alive after three days amazed him, though he was a little worse for the wear, and he was absolutely starving and exhausted. And, of course, he had to become too tired to continue [i]here[/i], in this freezing place. It was a fitting end, he thought to himself miserably, sinking to the ground with a heavy sigh. His brother had died, and now so would he. And they’d finally be together again, just like they always were. He closed his eyes and let death come. Except… It didn’t come. He just kept waiting, and waiting, in the dreaded silence… and hated every minute of it.

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