08-11-2023, 01:22 AM
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ACTIONS | "SPEAKING" | THINKING | TELEPATHY
Project had finally gone home for the final time. If one was to listen close enough, they might even hear the joyous cries of his children as they frolicked around their parent's paws once more. However, this was long ago. Centuries had past since he had finally departed. Millenia, even. The lost soul had no idea how long he was away from the mortal coil, but no matter how long it was, it was never long enough. Before he had known, he felt the warmth of his mate and his pups be suddenly jerked away, the comfort of the sun replaced with the oppressive, cruel, bitter cold of ocean waves, the skies having opened up as to signify that he was being punished once more, that he was being brought back to the mortal plane yet again, that he was not allowed to rest again.
The water came from every direction, the now panicking wolf trying his best to remain above the waves as they pummeled into him, wave after wave, each crash pushing him more and more under water until he could feel the biting cold seep deep into his bones, the cutting freezing temperature fading into a dull ache. His first day back alive and he was going to drown to death. Ironic, how he, at one point, was able to control fire, just to be drowned the first day he had back alive.
Slowly...
Slowly...
It must have felt like hours that Project was watching the bubbles escape his maw, his vision constricting and fading to black, the sunshine tinted green through the wine dark ocean. At least I can be back with them soon... were the thoughts in his mind as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness, accepting his fate.
Unfortunately for Project, this wouldn't be his fate, as before he knew it, the freezing abyss gave way into coarse sand and shells, cutting the hide of the limp creature, blood blossoming from the wounds as he was violently introduced to the jagged rocks and shells that were being washed up with him.
The storm had stolen the undead wolf, just to suck him into another abyss and then throw him to land where he would lay still, the lack of oxygen from drowning having left him unconscious, the small wounds starting to wake him with pain.
Maybe, just maybe, he was never meant to get any peace. As a sense of cosmic justice for those that he tortured, maimed and slain. Maybe that is why he is laying unconscious on some God forsaken beach.
The water came from every direction, the now panicking wolf trying his best to remain above the waves as they pummeled into him, wave after wave, each crash pushing him more and more under water until he could feel the biting cold seep deep into his bones, the cutting freezing temperature fading into a dull ache. His first day back alive and he was going to drown to death. Ironic, how he, at one point, was able to control fire, just to be drowned the first day he had back alive.
Slowly...
Slowly...
It must have felt like hours that Project was watching the bubbles escape his maw, his vision constricting and fading to black, the sunshine tinted green through the wine dark ocean. At least I can be back with them soon... were the thoughts in his mind as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness, accepting his fate.
Unfortunately for Project, this wouldn't be his fate, as before he knew it, the freezing abyss gave way into coarse sand and shells, cutting the hide of the limp creature, blood blossoming from the wounds as he was violently introduced to the jagged rocks and shells that were being washed up with him.
The storm had stolen the undead wolf, just to suck him into another abyss and then throw him to land where he would lay still, the lack of oxygen from drowning having left him unconscious, the small wounds starting to wake him with pain.
Maybe, just maybe, he was never meant to get any peace. As a sense of cosmic justice for those that he tortured, maimed and slain. Maybe that is why he is laying unconscious on some God forsaken beach.