Hope (Wyn, Open) December 3010
Oct 21, 2017 13:12:13 GMT -5
Post by ADANEDHEL on Oct 21, 2017 13:12:13 GMT -5
Days and nights went on and so did Adan and his companion, Wyn. Adanedhel though was barely holding on. Some days were better than others; he could walk and follow after Wyn like a lost animal. Other days he just laid there, unmoving, sweating, and having his eyes closed. His skin was no longer a beautiful porcelain; it was grey. His hair didn't hold the same sheen to it and his eyes lost all luster. Nothing was left. The trip to Rohan was long, but not as long as Mirkwood would have been. Adanedhel knew he could do this. He had to try. The elf could not let himself turn into one of those monsters...
Wyn.. He managed to let out in barely a whisper. It was if he were a fallen leaf, wilting away. I...I cannot.. The elf tumbled over and nearly hit his head on a rock. He began to have quicken breaths as he squirmed a bit from the pain pulsing through his body. I cannot make it. I'm sorry. Is what he would of said if he did not turn around and vomit what bile he could conjure up. The elf could not eat and he certainly could not drink. Anytime he did, this would happen.
Adanedhel was panting and had somehow managed to move himself away from the waste. He curled up and started shivering. It is so cold.. The elf whispered to himself as he felt nothing but darkness. "Soon." That voice!!! That dark, eerie voice! It was at first barely there, perhaps a whisper but over time it became louder and a lot more annoying for the elf. He knew who it belong to.. He just did not wish to think about it. Make it stop.. Adan closed his eyes and shut them so tight it looked like he was going to rip his own eyelids apart. Go on Wyn.. Leave me here and see if you cannot find someone who can help. I.. I can no longer walk I'm afraid. How was he still speaking?! As his eyes finally managed to open Wyn would have seen how they were red and yellow before they turned back to their blue.
Wyn.. He managed to let out in barely a whisper. It was if he were a fallen leaf, wilting away. I...I cannot.. The elf tumbled over and nearly hit his head on a rock. He began to have quicken breaths as he squirmed a bit from the pain pulsing through his body. I cannot make it. I'm sorry. Is what he would of said if he did not turn around and vomit what bile he could conjure up. The elf could not eat and he certainly could not drink. Anytime he did, this would happen.
Adanedhel was panting and had somehow managed to move himself away from the waste. He curled up and started shivering. It is so cold.. The elf whispered to himself as he felt nothing but darkness. "Soon." That voice!!! That dark, eerie voice! It was at first barely there, perhaps a whisper but over time it became louder and a lot more annoying for the elf. He knew who it belong to.. He just did not wish to think about it. Make it stop.. Adan closed his eyes and shut them so tight it looked like he was going to rip his own eyelids apart. Go on Wyn.. Leave me here and see if you cannot find someone who can help. I.. I can no longer walk I'm afraid. How was he still speaking?! As his eyes finally managed to open Wyn would have seen how they were red and yellow before they turned back to their blue.