Certain tragedy
06-09-2014, 02:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-09-2014, 02:15 PM by Quintus.)
Quintus Nero Adravendi-Mathias had been absent for some time. He did not know how, but sickness had struck him on one of his journeys away from Valhalla. A vague tiredness had shaken him at first, and he had sought refuge in a strange wood, curling beneath the trunk of a great willow tree before drifting to sleep. When he awoke, everything had changed. He felt soreness deep in his bones, and felt his limbs quiver with weakness as he struggled to pull himself upright. Something was very wrong, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. Slowly he would blink, eyelids closing and opening over his sea-green gaze, deliberately shaking sleep from his being. It took him a long time to truly grow aware. The scent of blood was strong in the air, and he wrinkled his nose in distaste. He found his four limbs shaking, though he attempted to keep his body still and calm. A strange sort of panic crept into his mind and he began to walk, paws slapping gently against the ground as he went. He was close to home now, he was certain -- but he suddenly felt as though he was being followed. The scent of blood lingered in the air, chasing him, refusing to leave him be. It was strong, so close to him, and he felt his eyes sting from the pungent odor. He felt his chest heave as his pace increased, his gentle jog turning into a full-out run. The male felt his vision blur and his head began to pound. He knew he was close to Valhallan lands now. He felt his legs give out beneath him suddenly, and a groan left his lips as he tumbled to the earth. He was oblivious to the state he was in, suddenly confused and afraid, feeling quite ill in a way he could not pinpoint. Was Erani here, he wondered? Would she scold him for being away from Valhalla for so long? Perhaps she would know what was wrong with him. He tilted his head slightly to the sky, letting loose a call for anyone who would listen. |