12-31-2017, 03:38 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]The blanket of clouds smothering the mountain made it difficult to discern what time it was.
Given that it wasn’t pitch black outside, Seija could only assume it was sometime during the day, rather than nighttime, but that left the question of whether it was morning or evening- or somewhere in between. Most would just assume that the time they woke up was morning and go from there, but as she hadn’t slept for the past day and a half (or so; time tended to blend together when all you did was hunt and search for stragglers), she didn’t have that clear reference point. Living like this may have been necessary to ensure society’s survival, but even she could admit it wasn’t helping her mental acuity in the slightest.
Carrying the corpse of a sparrow, the Utonagan trudged into camp, noting with some frustration that the ground seemed to be tilting underneath her. No one was screaming, so it couldn’t be an earthquake- though maybe it was a small landslide, and she was the only one being affected? No, then she wouldn’t even be able to walk without falling over.
Maybe she was ill in some way? It would have explained the exhaustion creeping through her limbs, as well as her decreased ability to stay balanced; what it wouldn’t explain, however, were the darkening corners of her vision. That was a symptom of impending death, and there was no way she could already be dying without any sort of impetus.
Her grip on the sparrow loosened, allowing it to slip from her jaws, but she paid it no mind, too overcome with a sudden bout of dizziness and confusion to care. Should she call for a medic? No, they had enough to deal with just taking care of the others; she couldn’t force them to waste herbs on her, not after the fate that LithiumClan and its inhabitants had met for doing exactly the same thing.
...That logic made no sense, she thought bemusedly to herself, as she collapsed to the ground and the world went dark.
The canine lay there for a few minutes, snoring softly. Had she been conscious in the slightest, she might have been ashamed that she was sleeping on the job, or that she had thought that she was about to die- but of course, she wasn’t conscious, probably for the better. The dead sparrow rested a few feet behind her, the wind ruffling its feathers lightly, though most would not confuse it for a live specimen (after all, what sort of animal willingly spends its time laying uselessly on the ground?)
[member=2465]marisol ☼[/member]
/I changed the scenario a bit, not really sure where I was going with that ending but w/e
/don’t feel the need to match muse
Given that it wasn’t pitch black outside, Seija could only assume it was sometime during the day, rather than nighttime, but that left the question of whether it was morning or evening- or somewhere in between. Most would just assume that the time they woke up was morning and go from there, but as she hadn’t slept for the past day and a half (or so; time tended to blend together when all you did was hunt and search for stragglers), she didn’t have that clear reference point. Living like this may have been necessary to ensure society’s survival, but even she could admit it wasn’t helping her mental acuity in the slightest.
Carrying the corpse of a sparrow, the Utonagan trudged into camp, noting with some frustration that the ground seemed to be tilting underneath her. No one was screaming, so it couldn’t be an earthquake- though maybe it was a small landslide, and she was the only one being affected? No, then she wouldn’t even be able to walk without falling over.
Maybe she was ill in some way? It would have explained the exhaustion creeping through her limbs, as well as her decreased ability to stay balanced; what it wouldn’t explain, however, were the darkening corners of her vision. That was a symptom of impending death, and there was no way she could already be dying without any sort of impetus.
Her grip on the sparrow loosened, allowing it to slip from her jaws, but she paid it no mind, too overcome with a sudden bout of dizziness and confusion to care. Should she call for a medic? No, they had enough to deal with just taking care of the others; she couldn’t force them to waste herbs on her, not after the fate that LithiumClan and its inhabitants had met for doing exactly the same thing.
...That logic made no sense, she thought bemusedly to herself, as she collapsed to the ground and the world went dark.
The canine lay there for a few minutes, snoring softly. Had she been conscious in the slightest, she might have been ashamed that she was sleeping on the job, or that she had thought that she was about to die- but of course, she wasn’t conscious, probably for the better. The dead sparrow rested a few feet behind her, the wind ruffling its feathers lightly, though most would not confuse it for a live specimen (after all, what sort of animal willingly spends its time laying uselessly on the ground?)
[member=2465]marisol ☼[/member]
/I changed the scenario a bit, not really sure where I was going with that ending but w/e
/don’t feel the need to match muse
this is not a place of honor
no great deeds are commemorated here
no great deeds are commemorated here