by TimeLockedTARDIS » Sun May 04, 2014 1:41 pm
Snow was laying on a slab of dark obsidion. Blood was smeared on the rock, mixing with the cold rain and running down th esides. His shaggy fur was sodden and ragged, long cuts and bruises coving his entire body. The stag lay a few feet away, somehow unharmed. Snow's foreleg was twisted at an odd angle, and his left back paw was crushed under a smaller rock. Only the very faint rise of his chest could of told you he was alive, but other than that he looked very, very dead. The fact that he was unconsious probably speared his life, in all reality he could of dies from so much pain and damage. Blue sparks hung around him like lost pups, drifting about, unable to heal without command.