It's not in any of the guidebooks
10-02-2013, 11:46 AM
He was sick, and no just sick, he was in pain. For some odd reason this whole mess was his fault in the first place anyway. When he had felt like he had a full grasp on reality; everything just threw it back in his face. The male splayed himself out on his side, painfully taking in every breath he could before relaxing himself to hold it in. His brain hurt too, and he honestly didn't know why. His heart was squeezing in his chest, or at least it felt like it, and it was causing sever pain enough to make him shiver. Hajime had found himself like this after the challenge for Poppy, the night after he had begun to feel sick and he was unsure why at that. His fur was sweaty, it nearly seemed like the young boy was dying, the poison seeping through his veins. He couldn't move, very much as he could raise his head. Though it also meant, that he could not howl or bark for help with how coarse his voice was. The boy took his life into account fairly slow, the fear of death was on his mind, but the pain was also numbing. His tongue was dry, as was his throat. He was barely to make a whisper escape with the word 'water' formed at his muzzle. Hajime tried to pull his two front limbs in front of him to stand and support himself, only to trip under that fatigue and grown in pain where he had fallen in the dirt. After that attempt, he simply flopped back over on his side, unable to move any farther then he was. Someone would find him, and someone could take care of him. He had to remember that, even though he hated it, he was in the need of being helped. Hajime didn't know what to do, or even what was going on. Speech, |