Mar 26, 2014
Angst please
2.My muse is curled in a ball on the ground, screaming in pain and calling out for help. Your muse comes to the rescue.
The pain was nearly unbearable, probably the worse she'd felt so far in her life, which was saying a lot considering how many fights she'd been in. Curled on the ground, she couldn't move. She couldn't breath. At least, she felt as if she couldn't breath from the pain... but somehow she was still managing to scream out of pain. Calling for help, though there was probably nothing anyone could do about this. Hell, she didn't even know what'd caused the pain to start.
That didn't keep her from screaming.
