If They Knew How Misery Loved Me

*Drashiel* · (This post was last modified: 02-01-2015, 12:01 PM by Drashiel.)

For now is my grief heavier than the sands of the seas… This world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow's life.

Drashiel shook his head weakly in response to Bellona's question. No, he wasn't going to die, not yet. He couldn't afford to, not until his kids were settled at least a little more but he had to admit the thought had been on his mind. What would happen if he didn't make it through the week? Drashiel dipped his head gently in greeting at the black femme that entered, miss Cascade but he was breathing to heavy to get any words out. He just hoped she'd be able to help him so he could be around for at least a little longer. His vision was blurring and he felt terribly dizzy and a little sick. Head felt to outstretched paws as he closed his eyes and turned his focus to his breathing.

"Speech"

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