11-24-2020, 01:59 PM
THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER
Sickness.
He had closed himself from most of the world as he hacked up blood with body trembling violently, his eyes slightly teary as he stood there in his room within the treehouse. Trygve felt his entire body was hot and uncomfortable it wasn't due to the desert heat either, he had gotten accustomed to living there for a while now. He looked over at his reflection only to wince slightly at the sight of his fur having fallen out and in its place was several hard obsidian hued scales, he gritted his teeth as he lifted a shaky paw to scratch at his leg feeling the irritation in his skin. He could remember that Jaime had gone through the same symptoms and Ry felt like his world was collapsing. His first thought was that he was dying. He was going to die. A weak chuckle left his maw as he sat there looking down at his paws feeling the tears forming in his eyes dripping down his cheeks.
There was so many things he had to do yet so little time. He hadn't forgiven Michael, he didn't visit his mother or newest siblings, he hadn't seen Natyli, and he didn't make amends with Roan. "We... All die..." He heaved in a low voice as he began to make his way out of the treehouse but he paused as he crouched over only to feel like he needed to vomit yet he hadn't eaten anything in hours. His throat was burning and more blood dripped from his maw as well as nose, he stared down to see what it was but instead he saw was some lava with flames dancing within it and it burnt through the wooden floor. He swallowed with widened eyes. He was dying. And it hurt so much. He didn't want Aine, Kold, or Gael to see him in such a weak state. He wished they were here for when he died but he refused deciding to grab a slip of paper did he begin to shakily write.
He set the paper on the front of the treehouse only to place a rock on top of it so it didn't fly away. The draconic jaguar would spread his wings out feeling the tears still slipping down his cheeks, the burning getting worse but he flew away. If he was going to die, he didn't want everyone to see his broken body. He would die elsewhere though his pupils turned into dangerous slits. No. If he was going to die then he might as well die doing something that would rid the world of scum thus the draconid boy began his shaky flight and journey to find that damned white lion.
Sorry about the hole in the ground... I've been growing ill as of late and I don't think aloe vera is going to fix that... Thank you for all that you did for me, Gael. Kold, please take care and remember not to take anyone's shit. And Aine... I think it hurts the most knowing that I won't be able to know how you feel back but know that I've loved you for a while now... I don't know if I'm coming back but if I do, well, just know that I have hella feelings for you.
Sincerely, Trygve.
He had closed himself from most of the world as he hacked up blood with body trembling violently, his eyes slightly teary as he stood there in his room within the treehouse. Trygve felt his entire body was hot and uncomfortable it wasn't due to the desert heat either, he had gotten accustomed to living there for a while now. He looked over at his reflection only to wince slightly at the sight of his fur having fallen out and in its place was several hard obsidian hued scales, he gritted his teeth as he lifted a shaky paw to scratch at his leg feeling the irritation in his skin. He could remember that Jaime had gone through the same symptoms and Ry felt like his world was collapsing. His first thought was that he was dying. He was going to die. A weak chuckle left his maw as he sat there looking down at his paws feeling the tears forming in his eyes dripping down his cheeks.
There was so many things he had to do yet so little time. He hadn't forgiven Michael, he didn't visit his mother or newest siblings, he hadn't seen Natyli, and he didn't make amends with Roan. "We... All die..." He heaved in a low voice as he began to make his way out of the treehouse but he paused as he crouched over only to feel like he needed to vomit yet he hadn't eaten anything in hours. His throat was burning and more blood dripped from his maw as well as nose, he stared down to see what it was but instead he saw was some lava with flames dancing within it and it burnt through the wooden floor. He swallowed with widened eyes. He was dying. And it hurt so much. He didn't want Aine, Kold, or Gael to see him in such a weak state. He wished they were here for when he died but he refused deciding to grab a slip of paper did he begin to shakily write.
He set the paper on the front of the treehouse only to place a rock on top of it so it didn't fly away. The draconic jaguar would spread his wings out feeling the tears still slipping down his cheeks, the burning getting worse but he flew away. If he was going to die, he didn't want everyone to see his broken body. He would die elsewhere though his pupils turned into dangerous slits. No. If he was going to die then he might as well die doing something that would rid the world of scum thus the draconid boy began his shaky flight and journey to find that damned white lion.
Sorry about the hole in the ground... I've been growing ill as of late and I don't think aloe vera is going to fix that... Thank you for all that you did for me, Gael. Kold, please take care and remember not to take anyone's shit. And Aine... I think it hurts the most knowing that I won't be able to know how you feel back but know that I've loved you for a while now... I don't know if I'm coming back but if I do, well, just know that I have hella feelings for you.
Sincerely, Trygve.
BUT THE FLOWER'S IN MY HAND
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
— Reggan