Post by Arbie on May 14, 2008 19:21:26 GMT -5
The mist was as thick as ever, but something else was hanging in the air. Depression was always there whenever the large, monstrous white wolf was around, the emotion basically radiated off of him nowadays. Comatose lay in his den as cold winds blew leaves into said cave, and he closed his eyes angrily to shield them from any dirt. A heavy sigh escaped him and he opened his cold, drained eyes again to stare at the outside world. He felt restricted now. Fights took more out of him that he wanted, hunting took longer than expected, and life was moving on without him. Comatose didn't regret anything he did in the past, lord no, but the idea of growing old made him uncomfortable.
Comatose groaned at himself as he attempted to stand up. His back legs ached, they were still bloody from the fight, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. Snorting, the loner stood up very slowly, closing his eyes to hide the pain and he stumbled forward before falling onto his side again, bringing up dust around him and Comatose narrowed his eyes. He hated feeling weak, he hated feeling everything he never wanted looming over him at this moment in time. Comatose could feel eyes watching him, unblinking, uncaring. Slowly, his own eyes began to close, but he was determined to keep them open, as if he were afraid of what was going to happen if his eyes closed. But of course he wasn't, Comatose was afraid of nothing.
Right?
His body twitched, but Comatose was now standing. He wasn't awake anymore, no, his body had given in. Comatose couldn't see a thing around him, everything was just black. Snorting, Comatose looked straight ahead. Either his imagination was taking the better of him and creating the outline of a creature the size of an oak tree, or his eyes were better than he expected.
COMATOSE.
I don't want to die.
YOU WON'T DIE.
I don't want to die.
YOU WON'T DIE, BUT THERE'S NO ARGUING ABOUT IT. YOUR FATE HAS BEEN SEALED, YOUR LIFE WILL BE SPARED. BARELY.
Comatose looked up as red eyes opened. They were narrowed and, for the first time in his life, with a skip of a heart beat and the break of a sweat beneath his fur, Comatose held fear in his eyes. He knew that this was a wolf in front of him, something too big to be a natural wolf, and its voice was too deep and threatening.
I don't want to die.
YOU WILL NOT DIE, BUT SPEND THE REST OF ETERNITY IN HELL.
Comatose's eyes shot open, but he felt the little energy he had left drain out from his body. Struggling to crawl forward, Comatose began to panic on the inside. It all felt too real, that was no dream. He used his front legs to crawl to the entrance of his den, but it felt like weights on his back legs were holding him back. Comatose glanced round and his eyes widened to see Teague and Marley biting down on his ankles. Either it was his imagination again or because he just noticed what was happening, but pain ran through his ankles and Comatose let out a weak growl in pain. He looked back ahead, desperate to get away but his body fell forward and his eyes closed once more, engulfing him in darkness.
NO ONE CAN RUN FROM HELL, YOU KNOW.
But I don't want to die. I don't deserve-
YOU ARE BEING SENT TO HELL FOR THE SINS YOU HAVE COMMITTED. MURDERS, ATTEMPTED MURDERS, DEATH FIGHTS. YOU HAVE SINNED.
Comatose took in a deep breath, but he let out a very soft, almost unnoticeable, whimper as the ash-ground behind him crumpled. He felt a blast of heat radiate from the hole in the ground, and the hole became bigger and Comatose was dragged in. He couldn't stand it, the heat was almost killing him. But he couldn't die. The heat burned his hind paws and he stared desperately at the hidden wolf, whom he had named 'Grim', but the red eyes only stared maliciously into his own cold, blue eyes.
YOU HAVE SINNED, COMATOSE.
The deep voice echoed in his mind as he clung to the jagged edge of the hole in the ground, but he was dragged down deeper, his white fur becoming matted and uncontrolled, maggots crawling over from the things clinging to him onto his hind legs.
With a final yelp, Comatose was dragged into Hell, his claws scraping across the ground and his eyes wide as ever.
Outside of his dream, leaves fell from the surrounding trees and a strong wind picked up, blowing them into the den as if leading any wolf close enough to his body. Coamtose's cold, white body lay almost half way out of the entrance, misty blue eyes half closed, his sides still.
The threat of No Man's Land was now over, it could be safe to go back into it without looking over your shoulder every second.
Almost.