THERE'S GOING TO BE A WAR ♡ TYPHOON RAID

[ETERNALKNIGHT.]

I'LL NEVER BE YOUR CHOSEN ONE

The sound of fighting reached the injured feline as he laid prone, hidden deep in the shadows of the bunker, pale pelt dirtied by the grime he laid in. He felt nausea flood him with every motion, choosing instead to remain lying down. The sound of fighting met his tattered ears but, had not the energy to investigate. He was vaguely aware of the captain's abilities, the way she slammed her electricity against the door. He wondered faintly if he would be i this situation if he had abilities like those, he wondered if he'd be in a situation like this. He wonder if he would have failed to protect Soph. Thats what this had all been for, how had he failed so greatly?

He'd lost so much, his family, his kingdom. He just hadn't wanted to lose her too. He'd pulled her from her home after murdering the man intent on killing her, had dragged her so many miles for what? For some lion to come and rip them apart, to hip him limb from limb and hold his cousin hostage. He'd failed her, and he knew it. Did she resent him, after everything? It was his fault she was here in the first place, he'd never told her why he'd dragged her to this island, though he wished he had. He missed her so dearly, did she miss him as well?

He heard the sounds of voices and paw steps but, to him, they sounded underwater and distant. He idly wondered if it was it was Stryker coming to finish the job, not there was much left of him. He'd bled out for a long while after Stryker left him, deep gouges running from his shoulder to his tail. When they'd finally quit bleeding, they'd grown deeply infected. He hadn't been able to move without searing pain and the scabs cracking and pulling. The hallucinations had come in at some points, visits from his wife and children he knew to be long gone. He knew they weren't there but, ah, it would be lovely to see them again, wouldn't it? To see Thistlesong's lovely face once more, to hold his children close.

He had regrets in life but, yeah, at this point death didn't scare him.

The voices of closer made him finally crack open a pale eye, surprised to see so many gathered around the other and... helping her? He lifted his head half an inch before dropping it miserably, knowing they weren't here for him anyways. They'd help the other and be gone, maybe even leaving him to rot. Would Soph come looking for him? Maybe Aurum or Viginere? Ha, maybe, maybe not. A quiet cough rattled from his chest as the heavily wounded feline attempted once again to block out the world.

SO CRAWL ON MY BELLY 'TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN

— Reggan