He wasn’t sure how long he’d been lying there. Mere moments, hours.. maybe, days? No. It couldn’t have been the last one. Surely someone would have found him, by now, if it were. Though.. maybe not, considering how empty the Labyrinth was, at the moment. He remembered was walking along, getting ready to go out on patrol again, when he’d heard a noise. Not unfamiliar, like a twig or branch breaking, except it had come from above him. Before he could even look, move, or do anything besides let out a startled little yelp, there was a strange woosh of air, a splitting pain in his head, and then… darkness.
But he wasn’t dead. It was like his consciousness was trapped inside his body, which probably was lying awkwardly in the midst of the forest. He couldn’t see anything, of course, and initially hadn’t been able to hear, smell, or feel anything. There was nothing. Adrian wasn’t stupid, he knew a tree branch must’ve fallen on him. He’d seen them come plummeting from the trees from time to time, especially on windy days.
But he’d never expected that to be what killed him. Was he dead? Dying? He didn’t think so.
As time had went on, he’d begun to regain some senses. First, touch. He could feel a the terrible, achy pain in his head, probably where he’d been struck, and something warm, his own blood, most likely. Not a lot of it, but enough. He could feel a faint breeze tickling his fur and ears, and a bit of warmth where a ray of sunshine was probably shining through the forest canopy above.
Then it was scents, and sounds. He could smell the forest, hear things going on around him. But he still couldn’t move. Or maybe, he just hadn’t tried, yet? He didn’t know. He wanted to call for help, but speech was impossible too.
Adrian attempted to rally his strength, to force his body to do something. He felt his limbs twitching, straining to move, to lift him from this awkward, sprawled position. That was a good sign, right? Even if they didn’t feel strong enough to lift him. But then he realized something. He should probably open his eyes, so he could see.
The tan wolf blinked. Nothing. Nothing except a cold, frightening, darkness. He blinked again. And again, in rapid succession. He could feel it. But couldn’t see.
He was.. blind.
Mar 25, 2017 03:35 PM
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