Post by Kii on Aug 29, 2007 13:53:44 GMT -5
Song limped forward, pushing himself on wards as much as he could. He had no idea where he was or how many days had past since he had started fleeing, only that he wanted as much distance between himself and the Kuro's as possible. They had attacked him, and Song did not know why. He had been there looking for the alpha when he had gotten jumped and wounded. He had ran as fast as he could away and he hadn't stopped since.
There was nothing here to tell him if he had escaped his attackers or not, or even if he was on safe ground. He panted as the some of the wounds that had been sealed with his dried blood ripped open as he walked, and he winced from the pain. He knew he should stop, that he should find something to eat or to at least clean his wounds but he was too frightened to. He could feel the ache of wounds that needed to be tended to, the burn of the ones that wouldn't heal properly because of all of his movement, and even the throbbing or the ones that had been infected but he ignored them all for the sake of just getting away.
His legs shook underneath him and he knew they would not carry him forever. He need food, water and rest, but he was denying them all for the sake of safety.
Finally his weak legs could bare him up no longer and he crashed undignified onto the ground. He tried to get up but he couldn't will his legs to move. He lay there his eyes glanced over, his head spinning, and still all he could think about was running. He let off some small whimpers of despair and he tried to rise again, this time getting up half way before fall over onto his side.
He lays there panting in the sun, too tired to move and not even caring if the Kuros would run up on him right now and rip out his throat. He wanted to sleep he wanted to be able to catch his breath, and so he lay there.
He would look dead if not for the still bleeding wounds and his heaving sides, rest... rest was all he needed. His eyelids slid over his eyes and darkness pulled him down into complete unawareness.
There was nothing here to tell him if he had escaped his attackers or not, or even if he was on safe ground. He panted as the some of the wounds that had been sealed with his dried blood ripped open as he walked, and he winced from the pain. He knew he should stop, that he should find something to eat or to at least clean his wounds but he was too frightened to. He could feel the ache of wounds that needed to be tended to, the burn of the ones that wouldn't heal properly because of all of his movement, and even the throbbing or the ones that had been infected but he ignored them all for the sake of just getting away.
His legs shook underneath him and he knew they would not carry him forever. He need food, water and rest, but he was denying them all for the sake of safety.
Finally his weak legs could bare him up no longer and he crashed undignified onto the ground. He tried to get up but he couldn't will his legs to move. He lay there his eyes glanced over, his head spinning, and still all he could think about was running. He let off some small whimpers of despair and he tried to rise again, this time getting up half way before fall over onto his side.
He lays there panting in the sun, too tired to move and not even caring if the Kuros would run up on him right now and rip out his throat. He wanted to sleep he wanted to be able to catch his breath, and so he lay there.
He would look dead if not for the still bleeding wounds and his heaving sides, rest... rest was all he needed. His eyelids slid over his eyes and darkness pulled him down into complete unawareness.