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lucetilogs2007-12-26 07:21 pm
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you're killing me again.
Who: D and Leon.
What: After D's kidnapping.
When: Shortly after the Malnosso dumped D in the snow.
Where: Base of the mountain range.
Summary: D is in bad shape. Who does he call? Why, Leon, of course!
Rating: PG-13 for aftermath of violence and Leon's mouth.
Red. All the snow-covered ground around him was being slowly stained red, and getting more so by the second. Even he was colored in crimson, his clothes and his skin and his hair. After all, he was bleeding quite profusely.
There were a multitude of wounds littering his body, only slightly obscured by his torn and ripped clothing. A multitude of bite marks and ragged gashes that were especially prevalent about his arms and legs, as well as his wings, which were missing quite a few of their delicate feathers and covered in the same cloying red as everything else.
D stared at the ground quite intently, propped up on his hands, shivering like a leaf being battered in some phantom storm. He was trying his best to stave off the dizziness and drowsiness that tore at him simultaneously and fighting against the waves of exhaustion that assaulted his injured body as he focused on keeping his breathing steady. Death wouldn’t hesitate to greet him if he were to lose consciousness here.
He had one chance.
He grabbed for the little book that was miraculously still on his person.
It wouldn't be long before he passed out.
What: After D's kidnapping.
When: Shortly after the Malnosso dumped D in the snow.
Where: Base of the mountain range.
Summary: D is in bad shape. Who does he call? Why, Leon, of course!
Rating: PG-13 for aftermath of violence and Leon's mouth.
Red. All the snow-covered ground around him was being slowly stained red, and getting more so by the second. Even he was colored in crimson, his clothes and his skin and his hair. After all, he was bleeding quite profusely.
There were a multitude of wounds littering his body, only slightly obscured by his torn and ripped clothing. A multitude of bite marks and ragged gashes that were especially prevalent about his arms and legs, as well as his wings, which were missing quite a few of their delicate feathers and covered in the same cloying red as everything else.
D stared at the ground quite intently, propped up on his hands, shivering like a leaf being battered in some phantom storm. He was trying his best to stave off the dizziness and drowsiness that tore at him simultaneously and fighting against the waves of exhaustion that assaulted his injured body as he focused on keeping his breathing steady. Death wouldn’t hesitate to greet him if he were to lose consciousness here.
He had one chance.
He grabbed for the little book that was miraculously still on his person.
It wouldn't be long before he passed out.
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His rest this time, at least, was actual sleep and not merely restless unconsciousness. He dreamed, a myriad of objects and subjects occupying his mind. He wouldn't wake up for a long while, now.