from the edge

“kyuu!” i hear an exclamation

light at the end of a tunnel. did i die or am i still alive? the light is coming closer.

closer

closer

closer

jerk!

i am sitting now, its day time but i dont know how long i have been unconscious, if i am still alive

“kyuu”a bleak of utter rejoice

then i guess i must be alive

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unknown to anoyone in the rubble of a building blown apart by the explosion of the dragon lady’s pinnace, lie two bodies; both fragile and extremely broken, but alive, just by a thread. they can hear a voice as if somebody is calling them from afar but, neither is in a condition to reply in any way other than blinking and letting the tears flow. the bleak of a dhurkat is heard closer, it fills them with hope, but only slightly. it is quite possible that the dhurkat is all alone. still in the thoughts of despair Nagrod lets out a subsonic scream of utter pain and despair. minutes pass with no response, but Nagrod still keeps his head high and waits for that answring call. it comes, but with undertones of caution and a request for assistance.  the associated undertones to the message leave Nagrod almost destroyed. His person lying there infront of him, body twisted at odd angles, but still breathing barely, bleeding from more than one deep wound and unconscious. Himself not in a much better state. the hopelessness seeming to engulf his entire being.

a rock shifts. out of the corner of his eye Nagrod can see someone trying to find access to them. someone knows they are here. but the question still hangs: are they the assassins makign sure their target is no longer a member of the living world? or are they the rescuers?  or is it the dhurkat and her person if she has one?

~ by amrassyndjinn on October 15, 2007.