09-06-2018, 10:10 PM
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All in one second, a peaceful walk down the beach turned into an aching of his insides, he could feel as though the walls were collapsing in on him and the feeling of water crashing against his throat even though truthfully the water did not exist. He could feel his paws dig into the heated sand beneath him, his stomach churning and twisting as he looked around hastily. Had someone decided to play a foul prank on him, they would be quick to realize that Marcel wasn't having it, his face in a glare through the pain as his paws desperately tried to keep his body up and steady, breathing growing heavy as he tried to gather the thoughts that were running rampant around in his mind. His mind would try to search for answers that could explain the odd behavior until finally he found one that he would inevitably link back to Luca and the soul bond he held with the hellhound. He would quickly focus his mind as he would try to tap into the hellhound's thoughts but he could see nothing but pitch black, the only clue the King Cheetah gathering was that he was near a body of water.
Wincing in pain, Marcel would have his paws begin to walk along the surface of the sand, wincing with every step as his body churned at the feeling of being drowned, pain soaring up every imaginary and fictional cut that was laid on his body as he would try to power through the overbearing pain. His limp didn't make this easier as it only helped to slow his pace, bright eyes narrowing as he tried to focus his mind on something other than the very pain he could feel from Luca's end. "I swear I'm gonna kill him." His voice was husky and low, pauses between his words as the pain was able to be heard through them. Whether whatever happened was intentional or not, Marcellus was angry with the hellhound for the pain that he was being put through, but no only Luca but the soul bond too. He wondered why fate had decided to tie them together but he knew there was nothing he could do but try his best to ignore the bond. That's what he had been actively doing the past few days, his mind keeping off the bond only except for when Luca would try to call him through the bond or do something that Marcel could feel.
Long moments passed before the feline found himself viewing a crowd of members in the distance, his bright eyes narrowing into a squint that were able to catch a glimpse of the dark pelt and long wings of Luca, along with features from Caesar and Silus. His paws began to speed up as he tried to quicken his pace only to be tucked back by the pain that itched at every corner of his body, the feeling of being drowned still present. Slowly, Marcel made his way towards the three to look at the passed out Luca covered in cuts and drenched in water. Undeniably a jolt of concern and worry lit inside Marcel as he looked over to Silus for any idea on what to do. But the only words that left the males mouth were 'help' and instantly his concern was replaced with panic. His eyes darted wildly as he debated what to do as he had no medical knowledge what so ever, and had no idea how to treat someone that just drowned. As if on cue the males mouth opened wide to release a hacking and bout of coughs, the King Cheetah falling to the sandy ground beneath as he tried to catch his breath.
Even though there was no water in his lungs he still felt as though he might just die then and there, the feeling compressing inside him that made him feel like he was struggling, breath growing haste and short. "S-Silus." He managed to mumble under his breath as he tried to catch it, another cough being released past his parted jaws. "Should I try to find Junji?" At this point even the thought of moving pained Marcel, but this was pain he was willing to deal with as this meant not only his life having the possibility of being lost but Luca's as well. Of course he knew that the hellhound would only come back, but dying was never a positive experience would anyone. Without warning, Marcel would try and force himself back onto his broad paws only to nearly fall again, moving a paw to catch himself on his more weaker side that had his limp. He huffed as his eyes moved to look down at the unconscious body of Luca.
Wincing in pain, Marcel would have his paws begin to walk along the surface of the sand, wincing with every step as his body churned at the feeling of being drowned, pain soaring up every imaginary and fictional cut that was laid on his body as he would try to power through the overbearing pain. His limp didn't make this easier as it only helped to slow his pace, bright eyes narrowing as he tried to focus his mind on something other than the very pain he could feel from Luca's end. "I swear I'm gonna kill him." His voice was husky and low, pauses between his words as the pain was able to be heard through them. Whether whatever happened was intentional or not, Marcellus was angry with the hellhound for the pain that he was being put through, but no only Luca but the soul bond too. He wondered why fate had decided to tie them together but he knew there was nothing he could do but try his best to ignore the bond. That's what he had been actively doing the past few days, his mind keeping off the bond only except for when Luca would try to call him through the bond or do something that Marcel could feel.
Long moments passed before the feline found himself viewing a crowd of members in the distance, his bright eyes narrowing into a squint that were able to catch a glimpse of the dark pelt and long wings of Luca, along with features from Caesar and Silus. His paws began to speed up as he tried to quicken his pace only to be tucked back by the pain that itched at every corner of his body, the feeling of being drowned still present. Slowly, Marcel made his way towards the three to look at the passed out Luca covered in cuts and drenched in water. Undeniably a jolt of concern and worry lit inside Marcel as he looked over to Silus for any idea on what to do. But the only words that left the males mouth were 'help' and instantly his concern was replaced with panic. His eyes darted wildly as he debated what to do as he had no medical knowledge what so ever, and had no idea how to treat someone that just drowned. As if on cue the males mouth opened wide to release a hacking and bout of coughs, the King Cheetah falling to the sandy ground beneath as he tried to catch his breath.
Even though there was no water in his lungs he still felt as though he might just die then and there, the feeling compressing inside him that made him feel like he was struggling, breath growing haste and short. "S-Silus." He managed to mumble under his breath as he tried to catch it, another cough being released past his parted jaws. "Should I try to find Junji?" At this point even the thought of moving pained Marcel, but this was pain he was willing to deal with as this meant not only his life having the possibility of being lost but Luca's as well. Of course he knew that the hellhound would only come back, but dying was never a positive experience would anyone. Without warning, Marcel would try and force himself back onto his broad paws only to nearly fall again, moving a paw to catch himself on his more weaker side that had his limp. He huffed as his eyes moved to look down at the unconscious body of Luca.