10-14-2018, 05:05 PM
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He was crawling by now.
It wasn't that the punctures made by the tiger in his leg were the sole cause. His muscles were not working, seizing and quaking, and there were only so many times he could fall before standing up drained too much. So he crawled, talons gouging the earth while he swam in and out of different worlds. He was stumbling down the tunnel- no, dragged by an invisible force, pulsating tendrils of black ink reaching for him from the other side. Then he was standing over a body, blood on his tongue and a cramping ache of hunger wringing his insides. And he was back to dirt and grass and crimson-stained cheeks beneath burning eyes. He didn't know how long he had been at this, how much time had passed since he wanted to fall at Har's paws and apologize for a million things the boy wasn't even involved in.
Ragged breathing couldn't drown out the ringing, and he only realized he had bumped into a log when he found he couldn't continue crawling. There was...something familiar about this log. There was a mouse. Mud. Laughter. It felt like a lifetime ago, with another Gabriel, another Moon.
The hybrid dropped his head into the ground, and sticky wetness tore from his eyes again, marking new red trails down his face. He wanted to sleep, but the shadows beckoned, and he hungered viscerally for so much more than he could understand.
"Luna. Ayúdame," he rasped brokenly into the soil, eyes rolling back as he teetered in that tunnel again, the shroud distended darkness.
[align=right][i]——INFO
He was crawling by now.
It wasn't that the punctures made by the tiger in his leg were the sole cause. His muscles were not working, seizing and quaking, and there were only so many times he could fall before standing up drained too much. So he crawled, talons gouging the earth while he swam in and out of different worlds. He was stumbling down the tunnel- no, dragged by an invisible force, pulsating tendrils of black ink reaching for him from the other side. Then he was standing over a body, blood on his tongue and a cramping ache of hunger wringing his insides. And he was back to dirt and grass and crimson-stained cheeks beneath burning eyes. He didn't know how long he had been at this, how much time had passed since he wanted to fall at Har's paws and apologize for a million things the boy wasn't even involved in.
Ragged breathing couldn't drown out the ringing, and he only realized he had bumped into a log when he found he couldn't continue crawling. There was...something familiar about this log. There was a mouse. Mud. Laughter. It felt like a lifetime ago, with another Gabriel, another Moon.
The hybrid dropped his head into the ground, and sticky wetness tore from his eyes again, marking new red trails down his face. He wanted to sleep, but the shadows beckoned, and he hungered viscerally for so much more than he could understand.
"Luna. Ayúdame," he rasped brokenly into the soil, eyes rolling back as he teetered in that tunnel again, the shroud distended darkness.
[align=right][i]——INFO
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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