- Mar 14, 2024
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જ➶ The haze of the smog is overbearing. The heat burdening his ghostly frame. The wraith lifts his head up attempting to try and focus as his gentle pants fill the air. He has lost count of how many times he has raced to the pool to get water, to soak the moss. Now he stands there disorientated and mind not fuctioning. What is he doing? His head swings to the side as he looks back to the water. Is he drinking? It's so hot so maybe that is plausible. A good drink might cool him down. Paw lifting a wetness bumps the appendage and causes him to look down. Moss. What is that doing there? His thoughts keep swimming as he tries to focus. Then the world shifts and before he realizes it he is on the ground. Smoke swirls arouns him as he pants in a desperate bid to keep himself cool. His eyes slide halfway closed as he looks up at what should be the sky but there is nothing but ash and the searing heat of the flames so close to the camp.
The camp.
That is why he is out here. He remembers, to get watered moss to stop the flames. But he can't seem to move anymore. It's so hot and he just wants to rest for a little while. All he can taste is the soot in the air and then he just closes his eyes. Just for a moment and then he will try to get up again. Keep working...just later on.
The camp.
That is why he is out here. He remembers, to get watered moss to stop the flames. But he can't seem to move anymore. It's so hot and he just wants to rest for a little while. All he can taste is the soot in the air and then he just closes his eyes. Just for a moment and then he will try to get up again. Keep working...just later on.