02-21-2021, 12:08 AM
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SPIRITS IN MY ROOM FRIEND OR FOE?
The world had gone dark around him, and the soft echoing of voices around him told him that he was no longer alone, that he was safe somehow. Mazekit couldn't open his eyes, no matter how much he tried, but he wanted to scream, to scream that he was there and alive and he would be okay. Somehow he would be okay. The cacophony of the different screams of his name reached the child's ears and they twitched once, something so small that only those looking for it would see it as what it was - a sign that he was still with them - until his eyes soon flew open and water spewed from his mouth and nose, bile rising from his throat in return.
Shaking, he looked up for a moment, the hazy figure of one of his parents meeting his eyes. He'd reach up to touch him with a shaky paw before a cry left him, recoiling in pain immediately. It hurt to move, and he couldn't even imagine how he looked, he didn't even want to begin to think about that. Ears flattened to his head as he pushed his face into his father's chest, muffled words soon leaving the child. "Mapa," Course voice would begin, "Am I dead?" He had a taste of it, and he didn't like it. He didn't think life could hurt as much as he was right now though.
Shaking, he looked up for a moment, the hazy figure of one of his parents meeting his eyes. He'd reach up to touch him with a shaky paw before a cry left him, recoiling in pain immediately. It hurt to move, and he couldn't even imagine how he looked, he didn't even want to begin to think about that. Ears flattened to his head as he pushed his face into his father's chest, muffled words soon leaving the child. "Mapa," Course voice would begin, "Am I dead?" He had a taste of it, and he didn't like it. He didn't think life could hurt as much as he was right now though.
[b]MAZEKIT PENDRAGON — PALM GLADES — PENNED BY TIKKI — [color=#68786f]BIO