October 02, 2020, 11:34 PM
(This post was last modified: October 02, 2020, 11:35 PM by Primrose.)
SETTING:
Weather: Clear
cool
Midnight
TERRITORY: Firebirds
TAGS: n/a No tags but im sorry : - )
Gurgle
Gurgle
His tummy rumbles angerly beneath him, and with a slowing awareness the pale boy begins to notice that something doesn't feel right. His body feels too hot—like he sat out in the sun too long, too itchy; Like his skin is stretched tight over his body.
Stumbling away from his snoring mother wish a shove, Primrose mosies his way out of the den, squinting at the bright moonlight before sniffing around and whining. His fur, once shiny and puffy, is now damp with sweat and weighed down as he pants shallowly into the dirt. "Mmm," he whines, turning around screwing his eyes shut as his stomach does little twists and flips. "Maaww," he cries.
He tried to turn back to the den, to head back into his mothers warm embrace where everything would be alright, but as he takes another step the world spins, forcing the small boy to tumble over onto his side with a squeak....
And then he can't stand. He can't find the energy. All he can do is cry loudly in hopes someone hears.
His chest now feels tight, like his siblings have sat on him for too long and Primrose begins to wheeze and breath rapidly against the cold earth, becoming more attuned to the fear creeping up his spine. Did an evil enemy cast a spell on him? Is he going to die?
Gurgle
His tummy rumbles angerly beneath him, and with a slowing awareness the pale boy begins to notice that something doesn't feel right. His body feels too hot—like he sat out in the sun too long, too itchy; Like his skin is stretched tight over his body.
Stumbling away from his snoring mother wish a shove, Primrose mosies his way out of the den, squinting at the bright moonlight before sniffing around and whining. His fur, once shiny and puffy, is now damp with sweat and weighed down as he pants shallowly into the dirt. "Mmm," he whines, turning around screwing his eyes shut as his stomach does little twists and flips. "Maaww," he cries.
He tried to turn back to the den, to head back into his mothers warm embrace where everything would be alright, but as he takes another step the world spins, forcing the small boy to tumble over onto his side with a squeak....
And then he can't stand. He can't find the energy. All he can do is cry loudly in hopes someone hears.
His chest now feels tight, like his siblings have sat on him for too long and Primrose begins to wheeze and breath rapidly against the cold earth, becoming more attuned to the fear creeping up his spine. Did an evil enemy cast a spell on him? Is he going to die?
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There beyond the palisade - by Primrose - October 02, 2020, 11:34 PM
RE: There beyond the palisade - by Chanel - October 03, 2020, 12:01 AM
RE: There beyond the palisade - by Primrose - October 08, 2020, 07:43 PM
RE: There beyond the palisade - by Chanel - October 24, 2020, 04:25 PM
RE: There beyond the palisade - by RIP Niamh - October 24, 2020, 07:30 PM
RE: There beyond the palisade - by Eljay - October 25, 2020, 03:46 AM
RE: There beyond the palisade - by Primrose - October 26, 2020, 05:41 PM
RE: There beyond the palisade - by Chanel - October 29, 2020, 07:48 PM