May 23 2015, 05:11 PM
It's another bad dream, Poison in my blood stream I'm dying but I can't scream, Will you show me the way? Warmth. That was all he could remember until there was nothing but cold. And wet. The boy gasped at the air as he slid onto the wet ground, his breaths ragged and heavy. He was sprawled out on his side, front paws close to his body and hind legs stretched out towards the hole in the mineral he had slid from. There was a strange feeling on his face, a rythmic tap that annoyed the boy. His eyes opened hesitantly and he would begin to move. slowly at first, the boys limbs were new and thus difficult for the pup to use. He managed to lift himself up enough so that he was sitting on his left hip, eyes wide as he looked around the semi-dark hall he found himself in. scared, the boys tail instinctively curled up between his legs as he scooted backwards to press himself again his pink spinel. Why did he have to come out of that rock? He was perfectly fine in there. Safe. Ghost didn't feel safe here. speech table code © rasta 2015 |