Username: Byteme
Name: Lysander
Gender: Male
Impress me:
"Lysander riddles very prettily-"
I felt myself shutdown, close my eyes, and kiss the night goodbye. There was a lot of singing going on around me, in the distance, and I sat myself down there for many reasons, including the music. I was tired, sleepy and just a little breathless.
The blood was draining from my body faster than I could stop it, my hand pressed to my side, just a little above my thigh as it stained my fur. Alright, maybe more than just a little breathless.
Soon... Soon I'd be blacking out and who knows if I'd wake up. It was chilly out, and if this blood kept on leaving me, in no time I'd be nothing but a half pint body of blood and organs, dead.
My vision blurred, and all I had left with me in my dreary daze were the memories.
It has been early in the evening, the sun hadn't gone down yet and the wind had just picked up. Light rays caught themselves in my eyes and as I pressed my out turned palm onto my temples as a shield, wile the wind fought through the trees. It could have been a signal for my impending doom, but at that moment it was just bristling wind, catching me by surprised, cooling my bones and making me grin.
Everything around me was peaceful, just for a moment. Slightly dazed, I played with my hair, fixing some strands messily.
"Hey, watch out!"
I hadn't found my barrings yet, placed in quite a new place only by the power of my own wish, and travel.
In this town the talked about a festival, and who was I to disagree with festivities at every point?
It had simply started with such ease.
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