swirling the drain

His brother had left him to seek help for his injuries. What he hadn't expected upon return was Medusa instead. Ghoul could tell it was the newly appointed Alpha by the well she smelled. Medusa always smelled a bit like rotting flesh to him, not that he minded. Laying as still as possible, his ruby gaze shifted toward the skeletal appearing wolf as she spoke. Soft and eerie as her tone seemed to always be; as if she were a ghost wavering from one realm to the other. Unfortunately, she had a good point. It appeared that no one, not even his own brother and best friend Macabre, had come to his rescue. Albeit Viscera's attempt, he had not expected much. Any healer would be stupid to attempt to heal his legs - there was no hope for him. Releasing a sigh, Ghoul's cheek rubbed into the hard dirt beneath him as he nodded in agreement. "Yes, Medusa is here. But why?" Ghoul's voice is a hoarse rasp as he stares at her, gritting his teeth as he struggles to breathe. Everything flickers and dims around him as he fights to keep conscious.

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