Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-27070860-20170915203901

Tick woke, their head feeling slightly dizzy.

Their stomach rumbled, reminding them of the fruits they've left behind. Damn it, they'll have to find some food today.

The goat tried getting up, only to fall down after something painfully bit at their leg. They looked down to see a wound on their leg, deep and slightly bloodied. Tick cursed as the bracelet that hung around their leg started brushing againced the ripped skin, making them hiss in pain.

They carefully slipped the bracelet from one leg to another, before dropping to the ground, panting. The hollow tree started to spin in circles, as the air around them started feeling hot. Not enough oxygen was suddenly getting to their lungs-

The goat slipped out of their current made-shift den, panting lightly as everything around them just continued to spin in circles.

When did it get so cold? Tick grimaced as several shivers went down their spine, their teeth suddenly biting into their own tongue to stop from whining.

The wound felt as if it was on fire. Tick was regretting leaving their hollow- they stretched their wound, and now they weren't sure if they could go anywhere.

They were going to die-

Just like that, out in the open, not in a duel, not because of a promise.

They'll die because the goat caught something- that was the way they were going to go down.

Pathetic, really.

The goat's head started pounding as they lost the strength to sit, tumbling to the ground.

Before their eyes closed, they could make out the paws of some sort of cat in front of them, apparently the animal was now hovering over their weak body.

That was when Tick went unconscious, the spinning in their head and burning of their wound having done enough to get the goat to sleep.