“I-its okay, you can go.. I’ll never forget you because I love you..” - Mischa
My muse is on the verge of death, send one for their final reaction!!
“S-Shit.” Erow hissed. Though, it was hard to speak when blood was filling up his throat. The word choked out. His chest felt like it was on fire. The cursed bleeding hole just above his abdomen didn’t help matters.If he could move, he could have killed the two guys that shot him with a magic arrow. The arrow was filled with light magic, so the wound burned just as much as lungs. If you had asked the shadow before if he wanted to die; fresh out of the Dark Realm. He would have told you he wasn’t afraid. He knew he would have been replaced with a different copy. That ‘other shadow’ would have finished what he set out to accomplish. Now. Now he was more then afraid. The word used to describe the feeling was not in his limited vocabulary. This was the most fear he had felt in his short life. That copy, that other Erow, they wouldn’t be him. They would be just a cruel as he had been stepping out into the new world. His friend’s safety was important to him.Erow’s eyes moved to Mischa with the harshest glare he could manage. “F..fuck.. y-you.” He choked out. ‘I a-ain’t dying.. y-y-yet.” He was struggling though. He could feel his body loosing form, shifting while he tried to hold on. His red markings were dimming, going to dangerous levels.The world blurred, and his body started to numb. He could feel it. The cold brush of death he had felt once before. this time though, he wasn’t sure the darkness would heal him anymore. He couldn’t die. He had to live.
