08-28-2018, 02:32 PM
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Everything is on fire. From the pads of his paws to his teeth, Lazarus feels as if he's burning from the inside out. Fevers were nothing new to him. From infected wounds to bad food, the boy had spent his whole life with this regular heat. Only rarely has it gotten this bad, though. Just when it happened without a reason, like this. When he thought that he would combust at any moment. The Cane Corso shivers constantly, his heart pounding at his chest until it seems that might pass out. There's never enough air in his lungs, the fire swallowing up all of it. At the moment, as the canine sways on his paws, there was nothing he wouldn't give for a peaceful, cold place to sleep. What led him here, though, he couldn't say. The grass feels uncomfortable under and around hot paws, little razor blades with every step. Even the air feels like it's hurting him, prickling on sweaty skin. Yet he presses on, maybe just for the hope that someone, anyone, would recognize him. Know him. Probably not, but —
But there's some kind of desperation, helpless and terrified, that presses him forwards. Lazarus doesn't stop at the border. Once again, he's drawn to the strange pool that he had stood by before, and here the boy collapses silently, one paw resting in the water but the rest of him curled up. Despite the scars, the torn ears and snapped antler, his mass, he seems almost vulnerable here. At least for the moment.
Everything is on fire. From the pads of his paws to his teeth, Lazarus feels as if he's burning from the inside out. Fevers were nothing new to him. From infected wounds to bad food, the boy had spent his whole life with this regular heat. Only rarely has it gotten this bad, though. Just when it happened without a reason, like this. When he thought that he would combust at any moment. The Cane Corso shivers constantly, his heart pounding at his chest until it seems that might pass out. There's never enough air in his lungs, the fire swallowing up all of it. At the moment, as the canine sways on his paws, there was nothing he wouldn't give for a peaceful, cold place to sleep. What led him here, though, he couldn't say. The grass feels uncomfortable under and around hot paws, little razor blades with every step. Even the air feels like it's hurting him, prickling on sweaty skin. Yet he presses on, maybe just for the hope that someone, anyone, would recognize him. Know him. Probably not, but —
But there's some kind of desperation, helpless and terrified, that presses him forwards. Lazarus doesn't stop at the border. Once again, he's drawn to the strange pool that he had stood by before, and here the boy collapses silently, one paw resting in the water but the rest of him curled up. Despite the scars, the torn ears and snapped antler, his mass, he seems almost vulnerable here. At least for the moment.
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