Blacktail Deer Plateau death and all his friends
<font face="High tower text"><div><span style="color:#008b8b;">k</span><span style="color:#158b8b;">a</span><span style="color:#298b8b;">l</span><span style="color:#3e8b8b;">e</span><span style="color:#528b8b;">i</span><span style="color:#3e828b;">d</span><span style="color:#297a8b;">o</span><span style="color:#15718b;">s</span><span style="color:#00688b;">c</span><span style="color:#087b93;">o</span><span style="color:#108d9b;">p</span><span style="color:#18a0a2;">e</span><span style="color:#20b2aa;"> </span><span style="color:#2abab3;">e</span><span style="color:#34c2bb;">y</span><span style="color:#3ec9c4;">e</span><span style="color:#48d1cc;">s</span></div></font>
193 Posts
Ooc — Mini
Offline
#1
major timeline screw up ;__; -- set after this thread that i'd like to 'pretend' as it has just ended..?
maybe @Blue Willow ?
[size=medium]"Change your ways while you're young"[/size]

[size=small]With exhaustion glazed over his opening eyes, Galileo greeted the world again. Once more he was able to see, to breathe, to live. Unable to recall exactly where he was and what had ocurred to get him to that place, the peppered male blinked emptily at the ceiling of the cold den that served as infirmary for the Plateu wolves.
After a while of relentless silence the Creek wolf decided it was time to figure out where he was -- and most importantly, why he was there.

In the deplorable hit his health had taken it was not rare that the last details of what he had been doing escaped from his mind. It had been after all, a very stressful situation he had just gone through. Slowly, the man made an attempt to wiggle a foot, and then the other.
His motor skills seemed to be intact -- or as much as he remembered them to be.
Then, with his eyes trying yet to adjust to the light he inspected the most visible areas of his body for injuries, but there were no signs of cuts of lacerations to be found over his skin.

A gruff hrmmph rumbled from his chest as he then tried to seat himself up for further inspection. It was only when he was half-way up that the the cruel nature of reality reared its head from its hideout. As the man pulled himself to a seating stance, a pulse of disconfort climbed through his flank as a small warning to what was to come. Inmediately, the right side of his chest cavity, the home of his tired lung, was flooded with pain and again the Creek Counselor was left to cough desperately for air.
His only hope was that someone bust out the door or this unkown place now.

[/size]
Messages In This Thread
death and all his friends - by Galileo - February 22, 2015, 11:47 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Pura - February 23, 2015, 12:35 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Blue Willow - February 23, 2015, 05:00 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Niria - February 23, 2015, 05:09 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Galileo - February 24, 2015, 09:37 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Pura - March 08, 2015, 06:37 AM
RE: death and all his friends - by Blue Willow - March 11, 2015, 10:40 AM
RE: death and all his friends - by Niria - March 16, 2015, 04:21 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Galileo - March 20, 2015, 12:28 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Pura - April 05, 2015, 07:52 AM
RE: death and all his friends - by Blue Willow - April 08, 2015, 02:50 PM