[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]She instinctively ducked when the shadow passed overhead, her tail sweeping the pearly white sands as her eyes darted up to catch sight of whatever winged creature soared over her. Amber eyes targeted on the dragon, who came down swiftly in front of her, her stature resumed it's normal state. Her posture was well, shoulders slacked back mindfully, neck elongating to hold her round head up high. It was a respectful look, not one of confidence and flaunt.
Rochelle, now settled, could feel the exhaustion growing back on her. It was like a heavy weight on her shoulders, but also on her head and her back, and especially on her wound. To distract herself, she refocused on Lucifer, eyes glazed but trained on him thoughtfully. She thought of him to be an impressive creature, captured by the aura that surrounded him. He almost exuded this scent of gunpowder and cold metal, Rochelle thought, smiling slightly. "The pleasure's all mine, Lucifer." She responded warmly, her nectar eyes seeking upwards at the dragon. His figure was ... getting fuzzy from her perspective, blurring in and out.
"I ... I should be able to dress the wound myself but ... it might be a good idea," Rochelle swallowed, " ... to visit the Doctor ..." The canine blinked slowly, feeling almost like the intensity of the sun was getting stronger and stronger. And then, she felt this ache in her stomach, like a trembling, a ball rolling and churning within her. Lucifer was merely a blur in front of her, and Rochelle gasped out of panic, her body now evidently shaking. Was she ... overheating? Dehydration? That had to be it, she didn't remember the last time she ate or drank. She couldn't think straight. "I need ..." Water? To sit down? Before she could speak again, she went back down, legs collapsing beneath her. She fell unconscious, the heat and exhaustion finally getting to her.
Rochelle, now settled, could feel the exhaustion growing back on her. It was like a heavy weight on her shoulders, but also on her head and her back, and especially on her wound. To distract herself, she refocused on Lucifer, eyes glazed but trained on him thoughtfully. She thought of him to be an impressive creature, captured by the aura that surrounded him. He almost exuded this scent of gunpowder and cold metal, Rochelle thought, smiling slightly. "The pleasure's all mine, Lucifer." She responded warmly, her nectar eyes seeking upwards at the dragon. His figure was ... getting fuzzy from her perspective, blurring in and out.
"I ... I should be able to dress the wound myself but ... it might be a good idea," Rochelle swallowed, " ... to visit the Doctor ..." The canine blinked slowly, feeling almost like the intensity of the sun was getting stronger and stronger. And then, she felt this ache in her stomach, like a trembling, a ball rolling and churning within her. Lucifer was merely a blur in front of her, and Rochelle gasped out of panic, her body now evidently shaking. Was she ... overheating? Dehydration? That had to be it, she didn't remember the last time she ate or drank. She couldn't think straight. "I need ..." Water? To sit down? Before she could speak again, she went back down, legs collapsing beneath her. She fell unconscious, the heat and exhaustion finally getting to her.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags