Post by Souta Suzuki on May 24, 2014 13:05:17 GMT -5
Souta felt drained.
Probably because he literally was at this point. He almost laughed at the thought, but the pain of starting killed the noise, making him cough up more blood instead.
How much blood had he lost? A lot? More than a human could that's for sure. He turned his head to look behind him, his right hand bracing itself on the wall so he could. A trail of bloody hand prints along the wall, bloody footprints on the floor, and splatters of blood every so often from him coughing. He could see a lot of it, that's for sure. But he was still smiling a bloody smile. The cause of all this bloodshed had been worth it. He'd be fine. Right? Another cough sent a sharp pain though his chest, and he wasn't sure of that for a second.
He also wasn't sure where the hell he was. He knew it wasn't his own castle. It was some castle inside of Las Noches though, he knew that much. His aim with a Garganta wouldn't be that bad, even while he was this hurt. Sides, he could smell the sand in the air, and it was thick with reishi. He slipped a finger of his left hand into one of the holes in his torso, running it over the inside with feather light pressure. It hurt, but he wasn't bothered by the pain, not even flinching. It was singed shut mostly, only bleeding in places where it had cracked open from movement.
What did bother him? These damn voices. They'd been louder ever since he got back to Las Noches. A constant din in the back of his head, but he still couldn't make out any words. Just a constant noise. He was too exhausted to try and focus on them. Too drained to try and push them away. So he just let them continue. They'd shut up when he found a bed and slept for a bit.
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WC/GP 329/6
Probably because he literally was at this point. He almost laughed at the thought, but the pain of starting killed the noise, making him cough up more blood instead.
How much blood had he lost? A lot? More than a human could that's for sure. He turned his head to look behind him, his right hand bracing itself on the wall so he could. A trail of bloody hand prints along the wall, bloody footprints on the floor, and splatters of blood every so often from him coughing. He could see a lot of it, that's for sure. But he was still smiling a bloody smile. The cause of all this bloodshed had been worth it. He'd be fine. Right? Another cough sent a sharp pain though his chest, and he wasn't sure of that for a second.
He also wasn't sure where the hell he was. He knew it wasn't his own castle. It was some castle inside of Las Noches though, he knew that much. His aim with a Garganta wouldn't be that bad, even while he was this hurt. Sides, he could smell the sand in the air, and it was thick with reishi. He slipped a finger of his left hand into one of the holes in his torso, running it over the inside with feather light pressure. It hurt, but he wasn't bothered by the pain, not even flinching. It was singed shut mostly, only bleeding in places where it had cracked open from movement.
What did bother him? These damn voices. They'd been louder ever since he got back to Las Noches. A constant din in the back of his head, but he still couldn't make out any words. Just a constant noise. He was too exhausted to try and focus on them. Too drained to try and push them away. So he just let them continue. They'd shut up when he found a bed and slept for a bit.
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WC/GP 329/6