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Dragoncrest Cliffs So tell it to the other ones, would you? For I was never there. - Printable Version +- Wolf RPG (https://wolf-rpg.com) +-- Forum: In Character: Roleplaying (https://wolf-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=5) +--- Forum: Sequoia Coast (https://wolf-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=37) +---- Forum: Sapphique (https://wolf-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=292) +---- Thread: Dragoncrest Cliffs So tell it to the other ones, would you? For I was never there. (/showthread.php?tid=65233) |
So tell it to the other ones, would you? For I was never there. - Pepper - March 16, 2025 After this.
The crash left him reeling, gasping for air that refused to fill his lungs. There was a crack. He felt nothing. He couldn't feel anything, but he knew—something was wrong. He should feel something. His blurred vision flickered over Chani before settling on the pirate. He tried to rise, to fight back, but his body betrayed him. He wasn't working. He could beg, but the words tangled into raw, broken whimpers. No air, no voice. The wolf’s muzzle tore into his neck, but even that sensation eluded him. He couldn’t taste the blood flooding his mouth, couldn’t feel the fire in his lungs as they drowned. For the wolf, there was no clear divide between life and death. Time twisted, stretched—each moment an eternity as his senses unraveled. Sight flared unbearably bright, then vanished. Not black. Not white. Just… gone. But he was still alive. He could hear. Only it wasn’t sound as he knew it—nothing familiar, nothing that made sense. Just noise. And then, like sight, it, too, faded. The wolf was no more. Just a puddle after the rain, evaporating beneath the sun, leaving only impurities behind. --- In life, the wolf hadn't feared the act of dying. He wasn't scared of pain, worried about how it might end. He knew well that it would end. How it ended was anyone's guess, so to worry about it would be a waste. The part that terrified him was that he'd die unready. Life, in his later years, had been little more than an apology. A collection of choices that he hoped amounted to some sort of redemption. He recognized himself in the pirate, but not his current self. And that was enough. |