10-18-2021, 09:45 PM
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Teeth were snapping, tearing through flesh like butter. Blood stained the sand underfoot and lightning crackled in the darkening sky overhead, drowning out the snarls of the two battling wolves on the beach. Hawkes was the betrayer - he knew he deserved it, but there was no way he was going to go out without a fight. He didn't stop, didn't even slow until the other wolf collapsed to the ground. But there was no victory - not tonight.
Crimson stained the cream on his chest, pouring incessantly from the wound high up on his throat. His breathing didn't sound right and his vision was blurred, unable to focus on the fallen form of his assailant. Their rattling inhales had ceased, leaving his own whistling breath as the only noise, save for the ominous thunder rumbling in the distance and the waves washing up ashore.
Hawkes stumbled toward the sound of the waves. The ocean was the only thing that ever brought him peace, and with his waning life force, he sought it out.
He made it to the ocean's edge before his legs gave out. Saltwater brushed up against his muzzle, coating his nose and tongue, but ironically it was the blood in his lungs that would drown him instead.
The boy's eyes slowly closed.
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Hawkes opened his eyes with a ragged gasp. Air flooded his lungs, blessed and cool, and he sprang to his paws. There was a phantom ache in his throat and chest, but it was more attributed to panic than actual injury. He was on the shore of a standing body of water, but it was far from the ocean he'd just laid himself to rest in. A light drizzle fell from the sky - so unlike the brewing storm from before.
He turned, confused, to take in his surroundings. And he'd never seen anything quite like this place. Standing rocks, intentionally placed, where no wolf could have hoped to place them. It was beautiful, but eerie at the same time, and he couldn't help the shiver that crawled up his spine as he padded toward the keep.
The path upward was easy, and he passed beneath a rocky arch into a small clearing. It was nothing short of bizarre, and coupled with the fact that he was pretty sure he'd just died, he wondered if this was what heaven looked like.
Not that Hawkes deserved heaven. He was pretty sure that, if he did die, he'd probably be burning somewhere by now. So perhaps this was just a dream, before he passed on? It was a rather nice one, if that were the case, but he would probably have dreamed of the ocean if that were the case.
Unless the fight by the ocean was a dream. Hawkes chanced a glance down at his chest - blessedly free of the sheet of blood that had covered it before. So... not dead.
He shook his head to clear it. It did not work.
"Fuckin' hell," he muttered, flicking his gaze over to scan the strange fortress. "Some dream I've come up with, huh? Who woulda thought I'd be so... creative?"
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