i can't stop drinking about you

He could barely stand, could barely drag himself away from the the land bridge. Blood dripped from various wounds on his body, the worst coming from the side of his neck right above his collar bone. Flesh was torn and ripped, shredded noting muscular or neurological but he already knew it would scar. She had, luckily, missed his jugular and his artery. He had fled rather then fought, had attempted to get away from her rather then defend himself and this is what had happened to him. He felt like crap, he was tired and dizzy and he could barely keep himself awake even as he tried to walk. He needed to make it back to the oracle's den, she would know what to do. But he no longer even know if he was going in the right direction. Somewhere in his mind he recognized that there was something green around him, that the ground was soft beneath his paws. But all he could do was try and keep walking. He felt like he was constantly about to fall, body falling forward before his paws would come forward to catch himself and shift his weight forward again. His breath came in gasps, wheezing and hissing through his teeth as he ground his teeth together against the pain. His ears were folded back, pinned to his skull. Where was he even going? Head would tip back, a short gasp of a howl escaping his throat with a single message. 'Shai.' His voice would cut off quickly and he would cough painfully, eyes squeezing shut. Would he come?


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