C O S I M I A
As abruptly as it began, the spasm stopped, along with the raging storm outside. At first, it all felt like a distant, blurred memory-until the pain kicked in. Giving a roar as deeply as he could, Cosimia fell to the floor, and passed out...
After he woke, was helped up by pack members and was instructed to rest his broken paw, Cosimia scrambled to his paws and limped threw the secret exit through the back of his cave. He hobbled into the forest and broke into a limping, struggled run, calling out for Echo.
"ECHO! Echo, Come BACK! I didn't mean to *cough* scare you! Are you *cough* hurt? *cough cough* Echo, *cough cough cough* please..."Everything ached as he trundled through the woods. His paw was weak and broken, his head throbbing and dizzy, and his ego was bruised and battered. Cosimia slowed, and began to wobble from side to side. With determination, he coursed straight onwards, before falling down onto his chest. Cosimia was shaking. Shaking. Cosimia, the brave wolf who had not cried when pack after pack had bullied him, scarred him and wounded him, only scowled at fate and fought them back, was shaking. Never had he had a spasm as violent as this. Never. Cosimia's breathing became harsh and rough, arrhythmic and uncontrolled. His eyes fogged as he lay on the floor, broken and defeated.
"Echo..."