It's Only Me [Open!]
Feb 22, 2016 23:35:13 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 23:35:13 GMT -5
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You are hungry.
An ear twitched at the invading voice that whispered just beyond his reach, likely just the little sound of his conscience, but just as likely the voice that sometimes came out to slip invasive thoughts into his head. Valtiel was never sure which was actually speaking anymore. He was limping haggardly through the depressing landscape, depressing, just like him. He pulled his ears back as an ache panged his stomach, was that the hunger, or the loneliness? His whole body seemed so sag and droop as he walked, a hobbled, three-legged gait that was never quite straight or even. Nothing about the strange, tall wolf was even. It was autumn now, but the uncomfortable air that hung hot only added to the wretched feeling of the wolf who plodded miserably through the barren lands.
If you don't eat, you will die.
"So?" He said that out loud, an answer to no one but himself. It was always just him, him and that voice that seemed to do nothing but point out the obvious, "At least if I die...I wont feel anything anymore." He felt a sick feeling in his gut, it had been a while since he'd eaten, or slept, he could feel the delirious, lightheaded sensations wash over him. He looked up and felt the hairs along his neck raise as panic overcame him, staring straight at the sun as if it held an answer to his desperate plea, that only came out as a whimper,
"Hello?"
Nothing. As always. He sunk to the ground, watching the sparse shrubs and dying trees blow in the occasional breeze as his head swam. That's it, he resolved as he lowered his head to his paws, I will lay here and I will die. At least he could find use as a meal for scavengers. The only use he ever had.
You are hungry.
An ear twitched at the invading voice that whispered just beyond his reach, likely just the little sound of his conscience, but just as likely the voice that sometimes came out to slip invasive thoughts into his head. Valtiel was never sure which was actually speaking anymore. He was limping haggardly through the depressing landscape, depressing, just like him. He pulled his ears back as an ache panged his stomach, was that the hunger, or the loneliness? His whole body seemed so sag and droop as he walked, a hobbled, three-legged gait that was never quite straight or even. Nothing about the strange, tall wolf was even. It was autumn now, but the uncomfortable air that hung hot only added to the wretched feeling of the wolf who plodded miserably through the barren lands.
If you don't eat, you will die.
"So?" He said that out loud, an answer to no one but himself. It was always just him, him and that voice that seemed to do nothing but point out the obvious, "At least if I die...I wont feel anything anymore." He felt a sick feeling in his gut, it had been a while since he'd eaten, or slept, he could feel the delirious, lightheaded sensations wash over him. He looked up and felt the hairs along his neck raise as panic overcame him, staring straight at the sun as if it held an answer to his desperate plea, that only came out as a whimper,
"Hello?"
Nothing. As always. He sunk to the ground, watching the sparse shrubs and dying trees blow in the occasional breeze as his head swam. That's it, he resolved as he lowered his head to his paws, I will lay here and I will die. At least he could find use as a meal for scavengers. The only use he ever had.
