10-11-2020, 08:42 PM
The world grew small as they rose from the floor. A short-sighted gasp left Atticus. His alabaster claws tried to stay stable with flesh, but he had yet to see his bitter end. He should have fallen to the floor. Instead, the sky flipped. Yellow eyes widened as the environment became a blur, moving quick and swiftly shifting his vestibular sense. Then Tygrve's weight piled onto him. With a pop and crack, he let out a growl. Sharp pains engulfed his side as the remnants of his ribs stabbed at his lungs, leaving the tabby gasping for air.
Atticus' paw reached outwards, attempting to slash at Tygrve's side as they crushed him but was unable to succeed as the jaguar pulled away quickly. With a heave, he tried to sit up, only to have a gust of stinging pain overcome him. Whatever rib pinched him, it hurt. Succumbing to a similar fate as his mother, his world faded into black.
//just unconscious for now!
Atticus' paw reached outwards, attempting to slash at Tygrve's side as they crushed him but was unable to succeed as the jaguar pulled away quickly. With a heave, he tried to sit up, only to have a gust of stinging pain overcome him. Whatever rib pinched him, it hurt. Succumbing to a similar fate as his mother, his world faded into black.
//just unconscious for now!
THE ONE IN FRONT OF THE GUN LIVES FOREVER
DREAMS OF LIVING LIFE