Do you believe in Ice or Fire
Joe
06-05-2021, 10:22 PM
Kumiho's heartbeat had slowed significantly, barely keeping his weak pulse going while he lay bleeding out ever so slowly on the sand. His lungs held a healthy gulp of saltwater, half drowned as he had been in the storm, but still his body swallowed whatever shallow breaths it could get. It wasn't much though, and it was only a matter of time before the young wolf expired, his short life over before it ever really began. His senses had long since shut down, his ears not registering the sound of small paws crunching sand beside him or the feel of gentle touches to his cheek and face. He didn't notice as his body was shifted and rolled and manipulated beneath inexperienced paws, his muscles limp and showing a distinct lack of rigor mortis, another sign of life. Darkness continued to swirl in his mind like a whirlpool, pulling him in deeper, deeper... welcoming him into the afterlife.
His lungs inflated with a small breath, and then compressions began to push the air back out of his lungs. Each press brought a flash of light into the darkness, getting brighter and brighter and brighter. Another breath, his lungs inflated, and then more compressions. He could hear his heart beat louder in his ears, pulse strengthening as his circulation was forced back into function. On the third set of compressions, light came flooding into the darkness, blinding the young male as icy blue eyes shot open with a start. Saltwater came spewing from his mouth as he gasped and choked for air, coughing and sputtering. Kumiho was back from the dead.
There was a ringing in his ears and every part of his body ached like he'd been thrown into a wall over and over again. A sharp, throbbing pain in his leg was the next thing he noticed while he kept coughing and trying to catch his breath again. He felt dizzy and sick, his muscles kept twitching and convulsing as life returned to him, and all he could taste was salt. The world was too bright, blue eyes squinting against the stinging light while he tried to get his bearings. Where was he? What had happened? He looked around in a panic, noticing the small form of a blurry dark-furred wolf beside him. Who was that? Was this who had saved him? He wanted to ask these questions, but his mouth and brain refused to work, all systems still coming online while Kumiho got used to being alive again, looking startled, terrified, and in pain.
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