12/30/2024, 5:10 PM
His attempts to move are pathetic at best and pointless at worst. He wants to just play there, crawl into the ocean and drown. Not only that, but he wants to scoff at whoever this wolf is beside him. He hasn’t even looked over, but their voice is feminine. So as he lies on the ground after his weak attempt at moving, he finally blinks once more, shifting his empty gaze over to the stranger.
She steps closer, denying his request to be left alone — to die in peace or whatever semblance of peace he has. Her words of encouragement do nothing to encourage the ink souled beast. What is a small she-wolf like her going to do for him? Had he not been in such a foul mood he would’ve maybe given her more credit.
Once more, his gaze falls away from her.
Try again…
Or don’t.
His muscles coil as he pushes his upper body up, whiskered lip curling up into half-snarl. He growls from the effort, only managing to drag his hind legs from the water’s yearning waves.
He falls again. His elbows meet the sand, sinking, convincing him further to just stop trying. His head stays up this time.
He tries again, pathetically trying to drag his numb hind paws under his body.
Stop trying.
Just lay down.
Paws skid and sink into the sand multiple times before — finally — he stands on all four paws, head hung low. A body so full of muscle, yet so weak.
Weak, weak, weak.
He growls low in his throat, widening his stance in an attempt to stay upright. His jaw aches, finally unhinges, the lava rock falls from his cold, water soaked lips onto the sand. Lips smack, a black, forked tongue rasps over his whiskers.
He still has the rock.
Good.
Bloody gaze shifts back over to the she-wolf, his eyes sharper, yet still devoid of life, his head still hung between his forepaws. He doesn’t speak though, the silent question of his gaze on her. Has she come to watch him suffer? A witness to his weakness. She can do nothing for him, yet why is she here?
To help. The obvious voice in his head says.
She can’t. No one can help him.
She steps closer, denying his request to be left alone — to die in peace or whatever semblance of peace he has. Her words of encouragement do nothing to encourage the ink souled beast. What is a small she-wolf like her going to do for him? Had he not been in such a foul mood he would’ve maybe given her more credit.
Once more, his gaze falls away from her.
Try again…
Or don’t.
His muscles coil as he pushes his upper body up, whiskered lip curling up into half-snarl. He growls from the effort, only managing to drag his hind legs from the water’s yearning waves.
He falls again. His elbows meet the sand, sinking, convincing him further to just stop trying. His head stays up this time.
He tries again, pathetically trying to drag his numb hind paws under his body.
Stop trying.
Just lay down.
Paws skid and sink into the sand multiple times before — finally — he stands on all four paws, head hung low. A body so full of muscle, yet so weak.
Weak, weak, weak.
He growls low in his throat, widening his stance in an attempt to stay upright. His jaw aches, finally unhinges, the lava rock falls from his cold, water soaked lips onto the sand. Lips smack, a black, forked tongue rasps over his whiskers.
He still has the rock.
Good.
Bloody gaze shifts back over to the she-wolf, his eyes sharper, yet still devoid of life, his head still hung between his forepaws. He doesn’t speak though, the silent question of his gaze on her. Has she come to watch him suffer? A witness to his weakness. She can do nothing for him, yet why is she here?
To help. The obvious voice in his head says.
She can’t. No one can help him.
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