@Faust
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All he could remember was the fall, the misstep he'd taken just moments before he'd plummeted. Everything had been still. His laughter rang out over the clifftops and his very rare exuberance was entertaining the companion he had on his walk. Swiftly though, there was a crack in his laughter, a mutter of obscenities, and then the fall. The air confined to his lungs left in a gasp as his nails clawed helplessly at the breaking ground. Too late to help him, he'd watched the cry of his companion as the last bit of tread he had on the terrain fell out from underneath him. And with it, he went also. His whimper echoed the more wind whipped at his plummeting body, a frigid touch to the skin underneath his black pelt. Then it all stopped as his body hit the water, and he was awake again on a bed of green.
Everything burned. Tamir could feel the ripple of shocks as they traveled throughout his entire body, pinning his coiled form to the jungle floor. His low groans only seemed to aggravate the blooming hum of pain at the forefront of his skull, another note he'd add to the list of unfortunate chances within this circumstance. His body was drenched, as if he'd merely been dragged from his demise, from the grasp of the depths he thought he'd succumbed to. He'd implore himself to dwell on that fact later, but for now, he couldn't think beyond the trembling of his frame.
It was as if gravity was holding him down, molding him into the damp terrain while his half-lidded eyes took in the plethora of greens surrounding him. He couldn't move, couldn't feel his legs enough to even think about moving. All he could feel was water. How heavy it was, how it filled his lungs, but most of all, how it burred the figure of someone looking down—searching for something that had long met its fate.
Everything burned. Tamir could feel the ripple of shocks as they traveled throughout his entire body, pinning his coiled form to the jungle floor. His low groans only seemed to aggravate the blooming hum of pain at the forefront of his skull, another note he'd add to the list of unfortunate chances within this circumstance. His body was drenched, as if he'd merely been dragged from his demise, from the grasp of the depths he thought he'd succumbed to. He'd implore himself to dwell on that fact later, but for now, he couldn't think beyond the trembling of his frame.
It was as if gravity was holding him down, molding him into the damp terrain while his half-lidded eyes took in the plethora of greens surrounding him. He couldn't move, couldn't feel his legs enough to even think about moving. All he could feel was water. How heavy it was, how it filled his lungs, but most of all, how it burred the figure of someone looking down—searching for something that had long met its fate.
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