Makki knew something was wrong, he could tell. His paws were heavy, his mouth was dry, and his stomach felt as if it had grown claws and was trying to claw itself out of his body. Everything hurt, and his mind felt dizzy. A whine left his maw. Maybe it was because he hadn’t eaten in many days, or because he hadn’t found a source of water to drink in many days, or maybe it was because he hadn’t rested in a long, long time. He wanted food, and water, but he didn’t want to sleep, however.
Sleep felt wrong, sleep brought nightmares and sent Makki reeling. He cowered in front of the dreamscape he often entered as he was resting his eyes. He just… drifted off. And awoke to his own screams. So, because of fatigue, he couldn’t hunt. Maybe it was because he was young, maybe it was because he wasn’t taught a lot. Or maybe it was just tiredness.
His rescue seemed to come in the form of a big rock, with what seemed to be a soft sandy area close to the base. Makki curled up, feeling wretched and sore all over. A sob escaped his mouth. Was this the end? Will he never see his family again? He felt his consciousness start to drift off, maybe into sleep, but perhaps into something more deadly. Makki could only struggle as he begun to fade…
Jun 20, 2017 07:08 PM
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