Stupid hunters.
Stupid hunters.
Stupid hunters. by aeris7dragon
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Breathe in.
Everything hurts, even breathing. You have to, though. You’ve never had to breathe before, that you could remember. Somehow it just seems like the obvious thing to do at this point.
Breathe out.
You check on your mental wall, the one you’ve haphazardly erected to protect Bro and Dave from feeling most of your pain. You don’t know how effective it is, but you keep on blocking it anyway. That and breathing are the only things you currently know how to do.
Breathe in.
You’ve managed to keep yourself awake most of the night. Consciousness was like a wet bar of soap, slipping from your hands despite the firm grasp you’d had on it. Still, you managed. You can’t fall asleep now. You can’t.
Breathe out.
The whispers have gone quiet, only murmuring to you now as you hang on to life with everything you have left. The one thing that keeps you going is the thought of those you love, hurting because of some stupid hunter deciding you were worth the kill. You could feed on the man’s carcass, but considering he’s dead, that would only poison you further.
Breathe in.
Hold it.
You can ask for help. The one thing left you can do. It can’t be a mortal, like Dave. You’ve scared him enough. And you can’t ask Bro - he’s probably still angry at you, even angrier after this. Your moirail is still comatose, his future self would say something like “I have my orders” or something, and you are NOT going to ask Dirk.
Maybe you’ll just…wait this out. You won’t be able to move much, but the poison should expel from your system eventually. You just hope that happens before you die from it.
Breathe out.
Everything hurts, even breathing. You have to, though. You’ve never had to breathe before, that you could remember. Somehow it just seems like the obvious thing to do at this point.
Breathe out.
You check on your mental wall, the one you’ve haphazardly erected to protect Bro and Dave from feeling most of your pain. You don’t know how effective it is, but you keep on blocking it anyway. That and breathing are the only things you currently know how to do.
Breathe in.
You’ve managed to keep yourself awake most of the night. Consciousness was like a wet bar of soap, slipping from your hands despite the firm grasp you’d had on it. Still, you managed. You can’t fall asleep now. You can’t.
Breathe out.
The whispers have gone quiet, only murmuring to you now as you hang on to life with everything you have left. The one thing that keeps you going is the thought of those you love, hurting because of some stupid hunter deciding you were worth the kill. You could feed on the man’s carcass, but considering he’s dead, that would only poison you further.
Breathe in.
Hold it.
You can ask for help. The one thing left you can do. It can’t be a mortal, like Dave. You’ve scared him enough. And you can’t ask Bro - he’s probably still angry at you, even angrier after this. Your moirail is still comatose, his future self would say something like “I have my orders” or something, and you are NOT going to ask Dirk.
Maybe you’ll just…wait this out. You won’t be able to move much, but the poison should expel from your system eventually. You just hope that happens before you die from it.
Breathe out.
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Category Comics » - Internet comics » Homestuck
Date Submitted
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Category Comics » - Internet comics » Homestuck
Date Submitted
Views 540
Favorites... 2
Vote Score 0
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Media Digital drawing or painting
Time Taken 3 hours
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Time Taken 3 hours
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