- Aug 27, 2024
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𓆝 Blackwaters body grew conscious before his mind, the physical instinct to expel the liquid poison that threatened to kill him overpowering his fragility in the amount of force it exerted in its attempt to save itself and him. Convulsions, weak and subtle at first quickly growing into full body spasms as his lungs squeezed and quivered, the pressure allowing for the water sitting heavily inside each bloated cavity expelling itself with desperation from a gaping jaw. Initially, it felt as if he were throwing up fire, the searing pain enough to finally pull him into full consciousness despite his weakened state. His respiratory system felt charred, and yet when the last drop of muddied streams trickled from his tongue, he felt an unexpected wave of solace.
He still ached, there was no question about his state of affairs leaving much to be desired, but at least now he could breathe. He would savor the taste of air despite it's sting, his muscles too taught to allow for movement, his bones bitten by a chill so intense he felt frozen from the inside out, fur bogged down by brine, moss and mud. He was relatively unscathed outwardly, his flesh only bearing the marks of scrapes and shallow gashes during his tumble beneath the foaming rapids, however internally was a different story altogether.
His breathing came out in the form of a labored wheezing paired with a nasty sounding cough that made his cranium rattle. He would remain in his place, trembling body sprawled out where he could easily be picked off by any hungry animal who may pass by. He knew he should move, sit up at least, above all try to hide away where it was safer, and yet he felt as if he were made of stone. He was at the mercy of the world in such a state, and perhaps if he were not so exhausted he would have cared.
As he closed his bleary eyes, he allowed his mind to drift to the only thing that brought him comfort: Foxtail and Blackpaw. He hoped that they made it out, and for the sake of his own sanity he had to believe that they did. He wanted to make it back to them now, to press himself into Foxtail's thick fur and wrap his tail around the ever growing frame of Blackpaw. Would he ever get the opportunity to do so again? Should he have taken more chances on them? Given them more? He would run circles in his mind as the sun continued to drag across the sky above, for his thoughts and building regrets were all he had to keep him company now.
Right?
He still ached, there was no question about his state of affairs leaving much to be desired, but at least now he could breathe. He would savor the taste of air despite it's sting, his muscles too taught to allow for movement, his bones bitten by a chill so intense he felt frozen from the inside out, fur bogged down by brine, moss and mud. He was relatively unscathed outwardly, his flesh only bearing the marks of scrapes and shallow gashes during his tumble beneath the foaming rapids, however internally was a different story altogether.
His breathing came out in the form of a labored wheezing paired with a nasty sounding cough that made his cranium rattle. He would remain in his place, trembling body sprawled out where he could easily be picked off by any hungry animal who may pass by. He knew he should move, sit up at least, above all try to hide away where it was safer, and yet he felt as if he were made of stone. He was at the mercy of the world in such a state, and perhaps if he were not so exhausted he would have cared.
As he closed his bleary eyes, he allowed his mind to drift to the only thing that brought him comfort: Foxtail and Blackpaw. He hoped that they made it out, and for the sake of his own sanity he had to believe that they did. He wanted to make it back to them now, to press himself into Foxtail's thick fur and wrap his tail around the ever growing frame of Blackpaw. Would he ever get the opportunity to do so again? Should he have taken more chances on them? Given them more? He would run circles in his mind as the sun continued to drag across the sky above, for his thoughts and building regrets were all he had to keep him company now.
Right?
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- ooc: @Thornskip come get this homeless man
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SH blue tabby/blue chimera with low white. born to riverclan and eternally devoted to their ranks, he often prioritizes the wellbeing of others over himself and is prone to doing much more than he is physically capable of as a means to prove not only to others that he is deserving of his position, but also to himself. although not something he displays externally, he is imbittered and melancholic regarding his physical ailments and incapability. despite this repressed mental unrest, he is quite laid-back and gentle towards those around him, often content to converse and connect to any who may desire it- although admittedly, he is not the most observant or quick-witted when it comes to recognizing social cues.
