May The Circle Be Unbroken [Justice]

*Dómari* · 11-20-2021, 02:28 PM

Domari Xanilov

Dómari's illness fluctuated day by day. Some days were good, some days were bad, and then came the ooze. He lay outside his den, close to a fire his fox companions had started. He couldn't stand the horrid dark of his den. If felt suffocating. Even if logic told him he'd be warmer and safer in his den, snuggled up in the hides that had been left there he couldn't bring himself to do so. No, he would be out with the fire and the light of the moon. They alone could protect him from the darkness that was determined to destroy him, the shadows that edged ever closer and were only kept at bay by the fire. He could here them, shuffling about, circling him. Every so often one would sneak to close to the light and be sent groaning and gurgling back into the darkness that spawned it. Dómari could feel each breath becoming more and more labored, every other breath pulling a coughing fit full of glowing blue ooze.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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