Green Labyrinth
08-09-2017, 08:25 PM
tamlin
Well this was an actual fuck fest of confusion.
Tamlin cannot make sense of what is happening around him. He does not even know if he is hurt. His legs are numb from bracing, yes, but he has no idea if there is anything else wrong with him. Not until one of the ghosts, spirits or whatever the fuck they were, narrows in on his nostrils and just decides it wants to live in his lungs.
With a whooshing sound the dark ghost enters him - just as the colt and his dog slides away from Tamlin’s shielding body. He has time to see that the boy is holding his own (which is more than one can say about Tamlin) and then the panic takes a hold of the black unicorn. HE CAN’T BREATHE! He struggles for air, wheezing and thrashing, but no oxygen makes it through. Wild and round his eyes search for help among those gathered, but the boy has gone, as has the ghosts and Tamlin’s vision is already blurring.
His knees buckles then and he unintentionally drives his horn into the soft ground, body convulsing from the lack of air.
Aviya. Is this what dying is like? Do you know? he thought as he lay there. But Tamlin is not dying; he will live to see another day even if he does not believe it at this moment. Soon the black stallion is unconscious. If someone tried to help him in his panic it is doubtful he will remember it when he wakes up.
Tamlin cannot make sense of what is happening around him. He does not even know if he is hurt. His legs are numb from bracing, yes, but he has no idea if there is anything else wrong with him. Not until one of the ghosts, spirits or whatever the fuck they were, narrows in on his nostrils and just decides it wants to live in his lungs.
With a whooshing sound the dark ghost enters him - just as the colt and his dog slides away from Tamlin’s shielding body. He has time to see that the boy is holding his own (which is more than one can say about Tamlin) and then the panic takes a hold of the black unicorn. HE CAN’T BREATHE! He struggles for air, wheezing and thrashing, but no oxygen makes it through. Wild and round his eyes search for help among those gathered, but the boy has gone, as has the ghosts and Tamlin’s vision is already blurring.
His knees buckles then and he unintentionally drives his horn into the soft ground, body convulsing from the lack of air.
Aviya. Is this what dying is like? Do you know? he thought as he lay there. But Tamlin is not dying; he will live to see another day even if he does not believe it at this moment. Soon the black stallion is unconscious. If someone tried to help him in his panic it is doubtful he will remember it when he wakes up.
love is a polaroid
he reaps in blood
- Every kind of violence may be used against Tamlin at all times -
