Going Under
06-10-2014, 05:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-10-2014, 05:02 PM by Meili.)
Voices came out of seemingly nowhere through the darkness, two forms that she struggled to focus on. She forced her teal eyes open, gasping weakly as she strained to look at who had finally found her. She recognized her brother's face first. "Arwel," she rasped quietly, barely able to get the word out at all. She saw Azalea next, trying to say her name as well and failing. She let her eyes fall shut once more, the energy to keep them open simply too much. She felt hollow and empty, just a shell now, there was nothing left. The voices that crowded her head put her on edge. She wanted to scream, tell them to be quiet, but she couldn't. She swallowed hard, her dry throat making the motion painful. "A-Arwel, Azalea... I don't- Gael, where's Gael?" In the long hours that she had been laying in the den she hadn't seen him once. He was here and he left for some reason she couldn't remember and then this sickness happened. A choked mix between a whine and a growl echoed in her chest, loneliness and darkness crashing in around her all over again. Blood tainted tears touched her cheeks yet again and she sobbed, the motion quickly getting cut off as she heaved, pain shooting through her sides, her legs pulling up against her stomach. There was nothing left in her stomach to be sick over, but her tired, worn muscles still went through the motions anyway. "I-I wish we- Arwel, I wish we... I love you, brother." she gasped, her words barely audible, but she desperately wanted to say them. To her it felt like she was screaming and her ears felt so muffled by the voices in her head that she couldn't hear what she was saying to begin with. Everything began to feel cold, her muscles twitching and tightening as another seizure began to grip her, and then suddenly there was silence. Suddenly there was nothing. The voices were gone, the pain was gone, she was able to breathe. She blinked open her eyes and the den was gone, Arwel and Azalea were nowhere to be found. She rolled onto her paws, her timber hued fur blowing in the breeze. The sun was shining and when she looked around it looked like a huge, grassy field with trees occasionally casting shade here and there. Was this a dream? Was... was she dead? Her ears flicked back, but in the end she couldn't find any sadness at this development. She smelled a deer on the air and her teal gaze lit up, everything from moments before disappeared from her mind and she ran off with a spring in her step. Speech Others Thought |