C O S I M I A
Soft huffing noises escaped from Cosimia's muzzle as he half-slept, experiencing one of his 'sleeping fits'. All of a sudden Cosimia began to shake, but although he was conscious, he could not control or feel any member of his body. The shaking quickly turned dangerous and violent, and he fell out of the hole in the wall, smacking his head on the rock below. It was like a painless spasm, and his power soon spiralled out of control, as the storm outside got rougher and rougher. Harsh, unforgiving wind slapped Cosimia's muzzle red-raw, and tugged at his teeth until they chattered. He wanted to get up but he couldn't, he wanted to shout for help but he couldn't, all he could do was wait for it to be over. The problem was, as soon as it was over, the pain would kick in, and for now he couldn't feel a thing. Tiny tornadoes swarmed around Cosimia's feet, and he prayed Echo would not enter.