ain't no grave deep enough for my sins

*Ghoul* · 11-14-2022, 09:15 AM

Ghoul lay there and attempted to hold onto consciousness. The fireflies had surely done him in for good. No feeling radiated from the shoulders down. How he was even still alive was beyond him. All he could do was match his ruby stare with the buzzing ruby stare of the statue. Now that everyone had gone and made their offerings, he had been left to suffer. What had happened to Macabre he wasn't sure, but it hadn't sounded pleasant either. Through the hum of pain that shattered his entire being, he had watched his cow-spotted brother through a haze of blurry vision.

Dipping in and out of reality, Ghoul had not expected his savior to be his other brother, Viscera. The low whine drew his attention first as he turned his chin to spy on the ivory and cobalt twin. "Vis," Ghoul rasped, unable to discern the expression on his brother's face. Not that he would have actually paid any mind to the concern drawing his brother's brow together, but he appreciated it all the same.

Get him out of here? Is that what Vis had said? How was he doing to do that? Alone? Ichor was who knows where, Mac was off suffering his own pain, and Widow had been absent for a while now. So who was left to help them? In the hazy mess that surrounded him as he tried to get into a more comfortable position, he heard the call his brother released into the air. Would Widow come? Would their mother come? Surely she was still livid about the whole challenge debacle, but after Kali, she wouldn't leave a pup of her's to die... Would she?

Dazed and still trying his hardest to keep himself awake, his eyelids fluttered when Vis lowered his muzzle to kiss the top of his head. "Thank you," Ghoul murmured as best as he could before laying his head back down. Closing his eyes all the way, he attempted to relax and focus on staying alive while his brother went to do what he could to assist.

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