Sorry I'm Late
06-25-2015, 02:51 PM
Masked eyes slowly blinked open, the air around him chilling him to the bone. Grunting, he tried to pull himself up to his feet, though his bones and muscles as well as his entire body ached fiercely. He slumped back to the wet ground, the sound of water rushing nearby, the swollen river sweeping the end of his tail. He was soaked, and he tried to remember what happened, how he had gotten here, but he was too exhausted and dazed to remember. He lay there breathing heavily, the male trying to calm himself and rest. He didn't know how long he had been lying here, or when he had washed ashore, but he swore he thought he was dead.
The sun moved from its high point in the sky towards the edge of the horizon, the sun sinking to bring darkness upon him. He had lost consciousness again, his fur remaining slick with the falling snow and the damp ground on which he laid upon. He didn't want to wake up, his body screamed at him everytime he moved. So for now, he'd remain the sodden lump of fur in the mud for now. And little did he know, a new mark had been placed on his face, a vertical wound that had been sliced across his left eye. The cold water and air had kept him from feeling the pain, the blood mistaken for water. He sighed, resting as much as he could for now until his strength returned. |
