Where are you gonna go when I'm gone?
09-19-2013, 01:24 PM
Slowly the pain subsided as the boy drifted into unconsciousness. Giving up hadn't just been the best or easiest option, but the only one he had left. Darkness consumed him; his vision that had been flooded with red-hot hate faded into nonexistence, the quiet still of nothingness grasping him tightly. It was tantalizing ... and he felt himself drifting further into unconsciousness. If he had been more close to death, it would've been likely that he may have never returned. There was so little fight left in him. Even though everything he wanted in life seemed so close, still they managed to stay just barely out of his grasp. Never close enough for him to seize them. Part of him was surprised when he felt stinging pain again, felt his body being roused from unconsciousness into a world far less pleasant. What had felt like hours, even days, had merely been a few moments -- maybe an hour, at most. A groan slipped from Basilisk Saxe's lips, and he slowly blinked his eyes, vision swirling as he sought for something to grasp onto. Her ... the woman that had challenged for him. Though his wound stung awfully, he felt a familiar cool of herbs on his skin; was she healing him? It became clear to him then that she wanted him alive. Was that worse than death? For a moment, that certainly felt like it to him. Brief he bared his fangs, shifting ever so slightly to watch her above him. But the expression took too much effort, and it faltered rather quickly. "Wh.. why do you want me?" His voice was hoarse, but the question came somberly, with little hint of anger or ... much of anything, really. |