Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-27070860-20180816211558

(funfact; my character has been alseep for longer than it's been awake during this whole thing)

(sorry)

Tick grimaced as they tried to get up. The wound on their leg was still pulsing, but the fever and headache seemed to cool down. They still felt like trash, but considering their previous state, this felt like heaven.

The tiger that helped them was sleeping on the other side of the cave, surrounded by… acorns? Yeah, those were definitely acorns.

The goat fell back on the make-shift bed (which was just a bundle of dried grass at this point), and closed its eyes. They were too tired for this.

Ress… Ress was watching, keeping an eye out.

Ress wasn’t dead, everyone kept saying they were, but Tick knew better.

Ress couldn’t be dead, because the goat still needed someone to be proud of them.

The goat’s younger sibling couldn’t die before Tick- that was impossible. Tick specifically kept that promise to keep Ress alive.

Anyone who said Ress was dead could go die in a ditch.

The goat continued to lose consciousness once again, letting it’s body rest for a while longer.