12/30/2024, 4:06 PM
There was nothing here for him. There’s nothing even inside of him that wants to live any longer. Why, why, why? Why is he back? His eyes are open, wide and unblinking. There’s nothing behind his eyes empty and dry — dead on the inside, but not on the outside.
He hears things, but he doesn’t see.
What-
A voice.
Kill me. He thinks to whoever it is. Kill me. Leave me.
The sprawling darkness — the voice of Banesteppe — the hand that claws and rakes down his back. He wants it back. Where is it.
Where is it.
He doesn’t know how long he has been laying there. He’s completely, beautifully numb. But whoever has stumbled upon him has forced him out of his trace — he was content to lay here until hypothermia took him, until the birds picked at his corpse, until the sea swept up his bones.
A long rush of shaky breath puffs misty from his wet nose, his chest does not rise for a long time after until it does. His dry eyes finally blink. He tried to remember what the voice said to him…
Help.
No.
No, doesn’t need help — they want to help him.
“Leave me…” The cursed finally croaks in such a rasping and rough tone.
Let me die.
Coward.
Another rush of breath falls from his nose, fast and frustrated. Despite his words, his shoulders twitch — an attempt to move. His limbs are numb, his whole body feels like dead weight.
Lowly, his head drags up, tilted down as if he is having a hard time holding it up. Blood blooms on his tongue, the stone in his mouth rips over the sensitive flesh as he clenches his jaw. Limply one of his paws flop further in front of him, the other falls further back — he’s trying to get up.
Stop-
Stop. Just lay down. Just die.
He could.
Yet, when he tries to pull himself up, his hind legs, still being hugged by freezing waters, drag behind limply — pathetic, he looks like a paralyzed animal.
A growl rumbles in his chest, a wispy, rasping sound falls from his lips as he flops back into the sand. Mists of air fall fast and heavy from his nose, his eyes still wide and unblinking.
He hears things, but he doesn’t see.
What-
A voice.
Kill me. He thinks to whoever it is. Kill me. Leave me.
The sprawling darkness — the voice of Banesteppe — the hand that claws and rakes down his back. He wants it back. Where is it.
Where is it.
He doesn’t know how long he has been laying there. He’s completely, beautifully numb. But whoever has stumbled upon him has forced him out of his trace — he was content to lay here until hypothermia took him, until the birds picked at his corpse, until the sea swept up his bones.
A long rush of shaky breath puffs misty from his wet nose, his chest does not rise for a long time after until it does. His dry eyes finally blink. He tried to remember what the voice said to him…
Help.
No.
No, doesn’t need help — they want to help him.
“Leave me…” The cursed finally croaks in such a rasping and rough tone.
Let me die.
Coward.
Another rush of breath falls from his nose, fast and frustrated. Despite his words, his shoulders twitch — an attempt to move. His limbs are numb, his whole body feels like dead weight.
Lowly, his head drags up, tilted down as if he is having a hard time holding it up. Blood blooms on his tongue, the stone in his mouth rips over the sensitive flesh as he clenches his jaw. Limply one of his paws flop further in front of him, the other falls further back — he’s trying to get up.
Stop-
Stop. Just lay down. Just die.
He could.
Yet, when he tries to pull himself up, his hind legs, still being hugged by freezing waters, drag behind limply — pathetic, he looks like a paralyzed animal.
A growl rumbles in his chest, a wispy, rasping sound falls from his lips as he flops back into the sand. Mists of air fall fast and heavy from his nose, his eyes still wide and unblinking.
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