Post by Emoking on Jul 13, 2007 20:03:58 GMT -5
Aurgh.
Emoking's weary pads led him to the edge of a bare, windswept country, matching his desolate soul. Emoking, Lord of Emotions... those that cut and bruise and batter and burn. It swelled in his chest with an overwhelming pain. He collapsed to the dust and let out an anguished cry.AUUUUURRRGH!
He scrabbled in the dirt, wrestling with his demons. They flitted through his shadowed mind, teasing and torturing him relentlessly. Cats dying and in pain and without hope, and he lay in the dust mewling like a kit? Emoking was overcome with self-loathing. It was even worse, this close to the despicable BoneClan. He should just charge in there and try to take a few with him. At least try to end his miserable, worthless excuse for a life with some good service. But all he did was lay there in the dirt, crying. Eventually his sobs petered off, leaving him staring into space, still on his side. With his very soul gone from his eyes, it looked like he was...
D E A D A L R E A D Y