09-19-2018, 03:20 AM
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Each attempt did little more than make him twitch, tail shifting across the grass or a tiny shift of paw, his body fighting against the toxic substance he had ingested. There was few sources he willingly took from, a select few willing to give themself to him when it proved necessary, the sharp press of bone clear even though the thickness of his fur, or the stockpile hidden deep within the observatory. It had been idiotic to believe her dead, allow his instincts to rise and take control, but he had fallen for it all too easily, unused to this state of being.
Sharp whine escaped him once more, jaw pressed against the ground, muffling the sound. There was nothing he could do but watch, frantic gaze following the movement of the hybrid, tracking her as she rose. A muscle within his cheek jumped, thoughts clouded by the haze of pain yet still he felt it, the movement of a paw, or at least such was all he could call it, moving along his side. Indeed the child was fragile, the bone beneath proved almost brittle, barely sustained and growing worse, skin almost wrapped around the structure of his hips and legs.
There was no response when claws found purchase, tore through skin and muscle. His body had given in, the minimal reserves of energy he had to draw from depleted, left at a point there was nothing left. Muscle was left lax, giving no resistance until he seemed nothing more than a body, life gone though the golden eyes were wide, shimmering with tears he was unable to shed.
Each attempt did little more than make him twitch, tail shifting across the grass or a tiny shift of paw, his body fighting against the toxic substance he had ingested. There was few sources he willingly took from, a select few willing to give themself to him when it proved necessary, the sharp press of bone clear even though the thickness of his fur, or the stockpile hidden deep within the observatory. It had been idiotic to believe her dead, allow his instincts to rise and take control, but he had fallen for it all too easily, unused to this state of being.
Sharp whine escaped him once more, jaw pressed against the ground, muffling the sound. There was nothing he could do but watch, frantic gaze following the movement of the hybrid, tracking her as she rose. A muscle within his cheek jumped, thoughts clouded by the haze of pain yet still he felt it, the movement of a paw, or at least such was all he could call it, moving along his side. Indeed the child was fragile, the bone beneath proved almost brittle, barely sustained and growing worse, skin almost wrapped around the structure of his hips and legs.
There was no response when claws found purchase, tore through skin and muscle. His body had given in, the minimal reserves of energy he had to draw from depleted, left at a point there was nothing left. Muscle was left lax, giving no resistance until he seemed nothing more than a body, life gone though the golden eyes were wide, shimmering with tears he was unable to shed.