WELCOME TO SOLARITE. Cats representing the four elements fight to survive and take all they can from the others. Pollution and mysterious events is what keeps everyone down, sometimes it proves to even be fatal. It's 'fend for yourself', everybody against everybody. Who will win? Who's side are you on?
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youth knows no pain
Sept 6, 2014 21:19:49 GMT -5
Post by Moonaloo on Sept 6, 2014 21:19:49 GMT -5
sickness had been taking over her body. for weeks now, corinne's breaths had been shallow and labored, her entire body weak and aching. it felt, to the canine, as if she was a living corpse; even she, who had been so set on soldiering on, was just about ready to give in.
she was ready to die. corinne wished to scream it to the sky; take me, take me, take me from this world, she wanted to plead. corinne mouthed the words, but no sound came out. there was not even enough strength left in her body to speak, at this point... corinne was so close to dying, to perishing, to ending her suffering, and yet her mortal form clung so tightly to the earth.
corinne was suffering. withering away. she wished to die, but she could not. that was the nature of things, wouldn't you know. unfair. painful. the wolf sucked in a pathetic breath of air, crawling out of her den, glassy eyes fixed on the black dirt below her. her steps were heavy, slow, and exceptionally taxing on the ill canid's body, but nevertheless they brought her to the cliff within a few hours.
she stared downward, down at the ground which dropped in front of her. she stared at the earth, she stared at the trees and bushes that dotted the landscape she had come to love so. she studied the land, one last time, and then;
impact.
she was ready to die. corinne wished to scream it to the sky; take me, take me, take me from this world, she wanted to plead. corinne mouthed the words, but no sound came out. there was not even enough strength left in her body to speak, at this point... corinne was so close to dying, to perishing, to ending her suffering, and yet her mortal form clung so tightly to the earth.
corinne was suffering. withering away. she wished to die, but she could not. that was the nature of things, wouldn't you know. unfair. painful. the wolf sucked in a pathetic breath of air, crawling out of her den, glassy eyes fixed on the black dirt below her. her steps were heavy, slow, and exceptionally taxing on the ill canid's body, but nevertheless they brought her to the cliff within a few hours.
she stared downward, down at the ground which dropped in front of her. she stared at the earth, she stared at the trees and bushes that dotted the landscape she had come to love so. she studied the land, one last time, and then;
impact.