01-22-2017, 12:34 AM
He needed it. The fight. The rage. Flesh between his teeth, blood in his mouth. The exertion, exhaustion. He needed the darkness to force him under, where he couldn't fall asleep thinking of her. Longing for her. He needed to forget her. He hadn't slept in so long. So long. She was everywhere, and never there.
She was never there.
It might have been too much this time. He might have bit off more than he could chew. He never considered his own health, he was used to the pain. Perhaps he should've known better than to play with a bear. Pushed his little head to the ground, let him wail and squeal. A cub was nothing. He needed sleep, damnit. He needed the distraction from her. So he waited for the vicious mother, called her to him by her child's frantic screams. Seeing him in danger enraged her far more than his dead body ever could have.
A wicked grin split his face, eagerness in his eyes, and he kicked the cub aside. Let the real fun begin.
Now, he might actually be dying. He didn't really think it was possible, he'd always felt so invincible. He'd always bled so freely, took every battle with such a go-down-swinging attitude. But he never really went down. He always got back up. Bleeding, broken, but always alive. Time, that was all he needed. Some time to heal.
He liked when his eyes went all blurry as he lay bleeding and heaving shuddering breaths, each one ripping him apart from the inside. A rib stood out of him, claw marks painted his hide. She'd gotten a few good hits, he supposed. Some grapples. Nearly got his eye, too. Nearly. The bone of his cheek was bare, the breeze so cold against his open wounds. He shivered, winced. Yes, the blur was nice. It made her come in more clearly.
Soft, red hair draped across the graceful curve of her shoulder. Warm, brown eyes wide in worry. He smiled weakly, delirious and loving it. His teeth painted red. Damn, he was supposed to forget her. Supposed to slip so blissfully into the darkness. He choked up blood. Her wings were blue this time. Sometimes they changed to that silky black as he desperately tried to fall asleep. Which only made it harder to. This time blue. And then as red-black as his blood. Come on, make me sleep. Take her away.
He wasn't sure how far back the bear's body was. He'd made some distance before he collapsed, he thought. No where near Ischia, though. Still somewhere in the forest. It was probably late evening by the time solid blackness finally claimed him. It all went so wonderfully black.
A new, sudden pain woke him. He realized he had cried out and silenced it between clenched teeth, his entire body locked up. The rumbling within him forced itself to the surface as it always did, bone plates gradually pushing more skin away. It battled with his broken rib, sharp agony racking his whole body. This time the pain was too much -everything he'd yet to heal from, everything that happened now- and it all went black again. So wonderfully black.
She was never there.
It might have been too much this time. He might have bit off more than he could chew. He never considered his own health, he was used to the pain. Perhaps he should've known better than to play with a bear. Pushed his little head to the ground, let him wail and squeal. A cub was nothing. He needed sleep, damnit. He needed the distraction from her. So he waited for the vicious mother, called her to him by her child's frantic screams. Seeing him in danger enraged her far more than his dead body ever could have.
A wicked grin split his face, eagerness in his eyes, and he kicked the cub aside. Let the real fun begin.
Now, he might actually be dying. He didn't really think it was possible, he'd always felt so invincible. He'd always bled so freely, took every battle with such a go-down-swinging attitude. But he never really went down. He always got back up. Bleeding, broken, but always alive. Time, that was all he needed. Some time to heal.
He liked when his eyes went all blurry as he lay bleeding and heaving shuddering breaths, each one ripping him apart from the inside. A rib stood out of him, claw marks painted his hide. She'd gotten a few good hits, he supposed. Some grapples. Nearly got his eye, too. Nearly. The bone of his cheek was bare, the breeze so cold against his open wounds. He shivered, winced. Yes, the blur was nice. It made her come in more clearly.
Soft, red hair draped across the graceful curve of her shoulder. Warm, brown eyes wide in worry. He smiled weakly, delirious and loving it. His teeth painted red. Damn, he was supposed to forget her. Supposed to slip so blissfully into the darkness. He choked up blood. Her wings were blue this time. Sometimes they changed to that silky black as he desperately tried to fall asleep. Which only made it harder to. This time blue. And then as red-black as his blood. Come on, make me sleep. Take her away.
He wasn't sure how far back the bear's body was. He'd made some distance before he collapsed, he thought. No where near Ischia, though. Still somewhere in the forest. It was probably late evening by the time solid blackness finally claimed him. It all went so wonderfully black.
A new, sudden pain woke him. He realized he had cried out and silenced it between clenched teeth, his entire body locked up. The rumbling within him forced itself to the surface as it always did, bone plates gradually pushing more skin away. It battled with his broken rib, sharp agony racking his whole body. This time the pain was too much -everything he'd yet to heal from, everything that happened now- and it all went black again. So wonderfully black.
constantly having to to put him back together :|
