06-15-2018, 11:12 PM
It's a good idea to leave your troubles— If Dale was being honest, he didn't know what he was doing. He was anxious and he didn't know why. He felt this horrible feeling, like someone was strangling him from inside. So he left his room and the observatory, paws leading him elsewhere. He was leaving the group, just the enclosed space of the building. He wasn't sure of where to go. He needed quiet, pure quite. Part of him was tempted to get Suiteheart, take her to the coast and watch the moon.
No, he couldn't do that. He didn't want to disturb her. But he didn't want to go to the ocean alone. Where else could he go that was quite. He need a place to sit and sort through his mind, find the root of his worries. He knew what some of them were. Bastille and his seeming want to drown himself in oblivion, Margery and how worn down she already seemed, and the constant darkness that swarmed the back of his mind.
Cooper found himself at the city of stars, a truly quiet place. He slowly traveled through the ruins when a thump caught his attention. Worry shot through him and his anxiety spiked, moving quickly towards the sound. What he found shot ice through his veins. "Margaery?" he whined, nosing her side with his muzzle.
Panic flared as he realized they were too far from the Observatory for the medics to hear no matter how loud he shouted and screamed. "Margaery, please, come on, wake up for me dear." whined Cooper again, pressing his muzzle against her chest to feel for a heart beat. 'Come on, come on, Suiteheart needs you.'
He didn't know what to do and he was too afraid to move her. Cooper, as loud as he could, called out or the medics. "WARRINGKINGDOMS. RADEKEN. PLEASE" howled the dog, fear strong. He went back to attempting to awaken his friend. 'I can't loose someone, not again and not so soon after meeting her.' —at home when operating a vehicle.
"SPEECH"
No, he couldn't do that. He didn't want to disturb her. But he didn't want to go to the ocean alone. Where else could he go that was quite. He need a place to sit and sort through his mind, find the root of his worries. He knew what some of them were. Bastille and his seeming want to drown himself in oblivion, Margery and how worn down she already seemed, and the constant darkness that swarmed the back of his mind.
Cooper found himself at the city of stars, a truly quiet place. He slowly traveled through the ruins when a thump caught his attention. Worry shot through him and his anxiety spiked, moving quickly towards the sound. What he found shot ice through his veins. "Margaery?" he whined, nosing her side with his muzzle.
Panic flared as he realized they were too far from the Observatory for the medics to hear no matter how loud he shouted and screamed. "Margaery, please, come on, wake up for me dear." whined Cooper again, pressing his muzzle against her chest to feel for a heart beat. 'Come on, come on, Suiteheart needs you.'
He didn't know what to do and he was too afraid to move her. Cooper, as loud as he could, called out or the medics. "WARRINGKINGDOMS. RADEKEN. PLEASE" howled the dog, fear strong. He went back to attempting to awaken his friend. 'I can't loose someone, not again and not so soon after meeting her.' —at home when operating a vehicle.
"SPEECH"
PERCY
Flew up through the clouds at night was born to fight. Mythical, so mystical - think what you like. You could be the sword, the shield defender of the people down below, you know I fought for love. Be kind to those around ya' don't be merci less. Remember me for my name is Perseus.
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