11-15-2018, 10:52 PM
tw: for gore and death?
Really it depended on the body mass of a person for someone to literally drain out even if it was from a slash to the juglar, from what hollywood had shown that blood splatters or gushes at rate the mere seconds in one single splurt. It did and it didn't perhaps maybe a less than a ounce worth would fall onto someone else or something else but most of it gurgled out faster than you can think.
"Sorry man, doesn't seem like today is your lucky day."
This was the second time death had come for Ammon, and he was not expecting it. This was the second violent death he had been under the influence of. At least in death, may he find a better body but would be forever cursed in the rebirth and death cycle may it be from a peaceful death or from by the hands of others. He had lived a few days in the body, heh at least he seen what the world was, it was almost similar as the one he lived all those years ago.
How was a person supposed to feel while they knew their life's blood was spent onto the ground in a gushing riverlet that was ceasing to stop bleeding, as one's internal organs were slowly shutting off one after the other leaving the brain itself perhaps seconds or even minutes before it stopped ending neurons to other parts of the body? Some feel peace when it came to death, others felt fear, others felt intense rage for they were not finished or they were not even close to cursing those who have brought them up to this point in their lives.
As for Ammon he felt neither of those things, the dying wolf felt his lips slightly twitch into a smile, while his body was still warm enough to set into that permant facial expression before rigor mortis set in. " Y....Yore.. n..not..s...sorry.... You... can't be." he rasped out from that knowing that as one has committed so much death they are detached from empathy, they wouldn't even know how to empathic unless it came itself and slapped them hard.
Death came as part of life, and Ammon was not afraid of it. Hell it was part of how things were, live and die. That is all what creation was for. But only a very few were blessed with the curse of rebirth, and to remember their previous deaths if the death themselves were peaceful or not.
At least thankfully he was blind, perhaps he would never the granted in seeing Vagabond in his third life, for it would bring back the horrors of this life, as short as it was. " Pray that we never met again.." came the very last words, far to soft to be passed a whisper, before he stilled and gradually his body went cold.
Really it depended on the body mass of a person for someone to literally drain out even if it was from a slash to the juglar, from what hollywood had shown that blood splatters or gushes at rate the mere seconds in one single splurt. It did and it didn't perhaps maybe a less than a ounce worth would fall onto someone else or something else but most of it gurgled out faster than you can think.
"Sorry man, doesn't seem like today is your lucky day."
This was the second time death had come for Ammon, and he was not expecting it. This was the second violent death he had been under the influence of. At least in death, may he find a better body but would be forever cursed in the rebirth and death cycle may it be from a peaceful death or from by the hands of others. He had lived a few days in the body, heh at least he seen what the world was, it was almost similar as the one he lived all those years ago.
How was a person supposed to feel while they knew their life's blood was spent onto the ground in a gushing riverlet that was ceasing to stop bleeding, as one's internal organs were slowly shutting off one after the other leaving the brain itself perhaps seconds or even minutes before it stopped ending neurons to other parts of the body? Some feel peace when it came to death, others felt fear, others felt intense rage for they were not finished or they were not even close to cursing those who have brought them up to this point in their lives.
As for Ammon he felt neither of those things, the dying wolf felt his lips slightly twitch into a smile, while his body was still warm enough to set into that permant facial expression before rigor mortis set in. " Y....Yore.. n..not..s...sorry.... You... can't be." he rasped out from that knowing that as one has committed so much death they are detached from empathy, they wouldn't even know how to empathic unless it came itself and slapped them hard.
Death came as part of life, and Ammon was not afraid of it. Hell it was part of how things were, live and die. That is all what creation was for. But only a very few were blessed with the curse of rebirth, and to remember their previous deaths if the death themselves were peaceful or not.
At least thankfully he was blind, perhaps he would never the granted in seeing Vagabond in his third life, for it would bring back the horrors of this life, as short as it was. " Pray that we never met again.." came the very last words, far to soft to be passed a whisper, before he stilled and gradually his body went cold.