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10-27-2015, 08:09 PM
Gull As he listened to the shrill screams of the battle just beyond his reach, Gull could not help but wonder in grim fascination at the events unfolding inland. How many were they in number? Had his kind been caught off guard, or had they heard the rumors of the last battle? Who fared better in the fight? All he desired to know, albeit in a rather detatched fashion—there was not much he could do with the buzzing in his head and his useless lungs. If he had been a religious sort, he might have offered up a prayer, but alas, he was not. All he possessed was the fervent hope that he might have a chance to drag one of the horned down with him into death’s dark embrace. And certainly, it seemed as if the fracas was growing closer. Beneath him, the sand shifted and rolled with the immense vibrations of hundreds of hooves, and Gull grimaced in pain as his shoulder was jostled roughly. Still though, he did not rise. He had never thought it would end this way, that illness would sap him of his strength and pluck him from the sky. He had always assumed that death would come at the point of a horn—he would have accepted no other way, for he would not have allowed the unicorns to kill him slowly through starvation and broken spirit as they had done to the ghosts of his past. But instead these mysterious symptoms had wracked his body one by one, and Gull had come to accept the inevitability of the path that they illuminated. Though his survival instinct had been strong enough to keep him alive through the horrors he’d seen, he knew of no way to fight this disease. It was not something that could be seen or ambushed like a horned brute; rather it ate away at him from the inside in ways that he could neither comprehend nor combat. So he lay still, saving his strength for the final fight: they would come for him soon, he knew it. OOC: Questing, part IV! trouble just grew wings |
Summary: Still lying away from the battle, Gull waits to be discovered. Though he has not moved, the rolling earth has jostled and bruised his shoulder.
Please do not tag Gull except for in opening posts or spars!
