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Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 13, 2020 1:00:24 GMT -5
@ifaith it time for ya boy to leave His eyes were glassy, hazed over with a film of nothingness.
Business went on as usual for the League. Their losses weren't extreme in the battle with Sunclan. A few hunters hurt here and there, but that was nothing new. The air had changed. Everyone knew why but no one wanted to address it. And Funk really couldn't blame them.
He was dead weight, carried out of the Sunclan camp. Only could remember his fur on fire and passing out. From what? The smoke? The pain? Funk didn't really know. But he was more that dead weight. He stopped breathing. The only evidence he even died was their word and the singed whiskers that were only just starting to grow back. They hurt like hell.
Every possible event played in his mind as he drummed his claws along the concrete. Laying there, in the middle of the church like everything was fine. A deep growl tore through him, Funk didn't remember the last time he ate. But it wasn't that important now. What was is his soon to be meeting. The church was empty, the only signs of life were the faint mewls from the nursery. Most of the kits were in the prison or the crypt. While others needed to hide for some privacy, he could just lay here. Like there was anything to hide anymore.
It could have been prevented. Tracing it back to himself was only making his guilt eat him alive. So Funk turned his sights to the next likely culprit.
Lucistic sauntered over to Funk E'tan, it was easy to see that he already blamed himself. His head lowered, tail draped low behind him, he looked small hunched over. Everything from the start of his life till now had been fun and games. Nothing really mattered because nothing had weight. There was only one pit in his heart from his entire existence, but this one was the worst because this time it was his fault. He didn't have revenge in his heart, an anarchist like his mother didn't play to win, but chance everyday with death until bested. What she would want was for him to continue to take care of the family, but that just felt so wrong when he couldn't even protect her. But it also wasn't like Senescence could do it so he kind of had to step up.
He couldn't tear his eyes off of Funk E'tan as he approached, he had been in bad shape back in SunClan camp, how could he not be?
"I'm here," Lucistic said as he walked over to him, wondering if he needed a punching bag or just someone to be with him.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 17, 2020 19:45:12 GMT -5
How does one die from shock?
It was never like Glowstar wasn't toying with death every day. That day was just the one she stepped over the edge. And he happened to tumble after her. But Funk had his safety net, she didn't. He wanted to say he asphyxiated, breathed in too much smoke. Even now, he couldn't get over the smell.
When Lucistic entered the room, his mind transported back to the day when he confessed about the amulet. Amulets, gods, magic, it was too much. And maybe a bit annoying. Now that Funk knew about it, he couldn't fight the urge to dive into it. No matter how much he didn't care for it. But it was time to get past that, set the book aside for now. Even if Funk was mad, it was unusual to see Lucistic so in the dumps.
Funk patted the space next to him with his tail, not that it really mattered to him where Lucistic sat. "Hello. Take a seat wherever." Funk's voice was strained, still recovering from whatever got him. But he wouldn't forget the pleasantries.
