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neutral_omensDate: April 2nd, 2000
Status: Semi-private Pestilence and Famine, but if it makes sense for others to join, more the merrier!
Setting: Outside the Manor Grounds then to the Infirmary
Summary: Famine finds his old mate in bad shape
Rating: PG- some disturbing images....
Pestilence wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious, but he figured it must have been a long time by the amount of blood that surrounded him, sinking into the earth, crusting the long blades of grass along with his clothes and hair. In that moment between dark vacuum and consciousness, the former horseman couldn't remember how he had gotten there, nor what had taken place, nor why the bones in his hand were on the outside rather than the inside. Then it came back, and at precisely the same time that his body again realized it was in a world of horrid pain. His nerves screamed, and he almsot passed out again. He hadn't even moved and it had hurt that bad, he didn't want to even think about what would happen if he did try to move, or, even worse, have an involotary movement like sneezing. At that though, he figured half of his broken bones would be sneezed out right along with the bloody clots and bile. He didn't relish the idea.
The sun was high in the sky, baking into his pale white skin. He wasn't normally prone to sunburns, even in spite of his fair skin, mostly because he was usually wearing clothing that covered him fully. Yet, as he lied there, he could feel the damaging rays burning though the matted clumps of hair and he could tell that his scalp was already blistering.
He had thought about Death- hell, he'd worked with him for nearly six thousand years, but it had never really sunk in that he might, one day, die in a very human fashion like this. Closing lids over teary eyes he silently waited for his colleague to collect him.
At least in death he woudln't have to worry anymore. He wouldn't have to question his existance. And he woudln't have to live with the idea that Uriel had tried to kill himself because of him.
Status: Semi-private Pestilence and Famine, but if it makes sense for others to join, more the merrier!
Setting: Outside the Manor Grounds then to the Infirmary
Summary: Famine finds his old mate in bad shape
Rating: PG- some disturbing images....
Pestilence wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious, but he figured it must have been a long time by the amount of blood that surrounded him, sinking into the earth, crusting the long blades of grass along with his clothes and hair. In that moment between dark vacuum and consciousness, the former horseman couldn't remember how he had gotten there, nor what had taken place, nor why the bones in his hand were on the outside rather than the inside. Then it came back, and at precisely the same time that his body again realized it was in a world of horrid pain. His nerves screamed, and he almsot passed out again. He hadn't even moved and it had hurt that bad, he didn't want to even think about what would happen if he did try to move, or, even worse, have an involotary movement like sneezing. At that though, he figured half of his broken bones would be sneezed out right along with the bloody clots and bile. He didn't relish the idea.
The sun was high in the sky, baking into his pale white skin. He wasn't normally prone to sunburns, even in spite of his fair skin, mostly because he was usually wearing clothing that covered him fully. Yet, as he lied there, he could feel the damaging rays burning though the matted clumps of hair and he could tell that his scalp was already blistering.
He had thought about Death- hell, he'd worked with him for nearly six thousand years, but it had never really sunk in that he might, one day, die in a very human fashion like this. Closing lids over teary eyes he silently waited for his colleague to collect him.
At least in death he woudln't have to worry anymore. He wouldn't have to question his existance. And he woudln't have to live with the idea that Uriel had tried to kill himself because of him.
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