Post by Yoko on Oct 30, 2009 19:49:18 GMT -6
[glow=orange,2,300]Still night. Blessed be the wind that does not blow, that does not stir his cursed fur. Black on white, or white on black? He remembered not, but his fur was patched. His rest was so deep, he seemed to die in dreamless sleep. Yet, even this was not eternal.
As his eyes grew restless, they flickered at shifts in the light as dawn called for him to wake. The rogue refused to lift his eyelids, yet now he was concious and there was no more empty peace. His chest throbbed with constant pain as his mind filled with scenes of death and his nose seemed to flood again with the smell of blood.
There was no end to this torture. It was time that he awakened, otherwise it would only grow worse. And so, with great reluctance, Lost rose to his paws and stumbled out of his makeshift nest. His head hanging low, he dragged his paws to a puddle of water collected in an old two-leg monster foot.
Another day of this suffering? Oh, how his soul wept! But his eyes were dry and dead.[/glow]
As his eyes grew restless, they flickered at shifts in the light as dawn called for him to wake. The rogue refused to lift his eyelids, yet now he was concious and there was no more empty peace. His chest throbbed with constant pain as his mind filled with scenes of death and his nose seemed to flood again with the smell of blood.
There was no end to this torture. It was time that he awakened, otherwise it would only grow worse. And so, with great reluctance, Lost rose to his paws and stumbled out of his makeshift nest. His head hanging low, he dragged his paws to a puddle of water collected in an old two-leg monster foot.
Another day of this suffering? Oh, how his soul wept! But his eyes were dry and dead.[/glow]
