Twisted Turns of Fate

All Aeolus could feel was the pain that the bear had done to him. He could feel his own crimson blood that was keeping him alive, slide down his sides where the deep gashes have been placed upon his small form. He was used to pain, but, this pain was new, and life threatening. His orbs quivered as he coughed slightly, but, darkness was all he could see for he was too weak to even open his eyes. He could feel himself moving, but where he was not so sure, and this was not of his doing. His tail swayed slightly, but he was not sure why or how. The ebony pup weakly opened his eyes as he could see a white shadow, which was the only thing he could see at this time.

"Am I in the other world?" he asked in a whisper, unsure of what to say or do next as he sometimes wished he was in the other world. His mother and father were there, and he had been abandoned more times than he could count. Dayton abandoned him, and then his adopted mother abandoned him. What else could he do next? It was as if life was trying to push him away and he could die and the world would not even care or notice that he had vanished.