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Date Posted: 21:36:39 08/04/03 Mon
Author: Elis
Subject: Darkness...
In reply to: Jysulehn 's message, "Bwahr" on 21:35:31 08/04/03 Mon

Elis limped forward, barely aware any longer of what was up and what was down. All that he knew, was that six of those.. things were still alive. And he wanted more of them. Forcing his bleeding body into a trot, the lanky adult forces his tattered body towards them, each breath a step closer to his own death, and at the same time... theirs.

The striped stumbles, a foreleg giving out on him, and falls to the blood-slick soil. His claws tear savagely at the soil, trying to rise, trying to stand up and fight again. His tail, at multiple points hanging by little more then a flap of flesh and a few tendons, thwaps against the ground, blood spurting with each attempt, and a shudder rippling through his body with each spurt. Russet eyes grow dull as he continues struggling, the pain causing him to innately panic, and his head was so light that he no longer could think to stop.

Finally, his body is driven to stillness. The dim eyes coat over in blood from a head wound. The red-striped tan can only manage the energy to blink it off at this point. But he does that, refusing to fall to the black realm, of which he'd likely never wake up. He allows his head to fall to the earth, closes his eyes and opens them, closes his eyes and opens them, closes his eyes... and they do not reopen. Unconsciousness falls over the striped like a silent black cloud, and his breathing becomes more and more ragged as the minutes pass... Death is nearly upon him, and only occasional jagged rise and fall of his bloody chest proves that it has yet to arrive.

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Fin. *takes a bow* -- Yoshi and Akar, 21:37:41 08/04/03 Mon