Post by Emerald on Feb 17, 2016 14:03:51 GMT -5
Two months. It had been two months. Far too long. She ought to have died a month ago! It was all that white she-wolf's fault—she had fed her! Prolonged her life! How dare she! Anger, fury, it came in the form of tears. Fat droplets of moisture trickled down the feeble fae's face, anguished yowls and yips radiating from Emerald's dry maw. Recently, she had given up water as well. Her body would just not work—she couldn''t drink! What a lonely, painful existence. She hated her life now. If only it would end already! She just wanted to see Leaf again—was that too much to ask for? She could finally see her mother, her father, all of them... And if any had, miraculously, survived, she could watch over them! The heaven place told to her so long ago reemerged in her head, and then also the rumour that bad wolves did not go there. Everyone she loved would go to heaven, for they were good, they were innocent... But where did mothers who abandoned their own children go? Would she never see them again? Did she deserve to?
And the pain, oh, the pain... Nothing could be worse than this. Every part of her ached, no longer moving in sync as they had before, some time long ago, before all of this... The pained shrieks had died down to a weak whimpering, just wishing for it to stop, for whatever illness that had seized her to leave her alone... A bout of coughing racked the femme for a moment just then, pausing the endless rush of searing pain. When it felt as if the emaciated wolfess' lungs had been torn out and burned with a flaming log, the coughing left the dying female's body and she was still once more, lying limply there.
Had it not been for the barely present rise and fall of her dirtied chest, any onlooker would have assumed that Emerald was dead. And perhaps, hopefully, if fate was merciful to the tormented canid for once, she would be in such a state very, very soon.
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Well, here goes nothing. Yayy for rping with myself!
And the pain, oh, the pain... Nothing could be worse than this. Every part of her ached, no longer moving in sync as they had before, some time long ago, before all of this... The pained shrieks had died down to a weak whimpering, just wishing for it to stop, for whatever illness that had seized her to leave her alone... A bout of coughing racked the femme for a moment just then, pausing the endless rush of searing pain. When it felt as if the emaciated wolfess' lungs had been torn out and burned with a flaming log, the coughing left the dying female's body and she was still once more, lying limply there.
Had it not been for the barely present rise and fall of her dirtied chest, any onlooker would have assumed that Emerald was dead. And perhaps, hopefully, if fate was merciful to the tormented canid for once, she would be in such a state very, very soon.
.: OOC :.
Well, here goes nothing. Yayy for rping with myself!
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