09-22-2018, 08:25 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]Blood came up when he coughed, his legs shaking with exhaustion. This was not good. He should have been dead. Was he dead? No, the pain that tingled through his body was too real. What had happened to him? His mind was foggy. The green-eyed doberman could remember standing over his unconscious brother, shielding him from the massive bear that towered over them. Scattered around him were the bodies of his packmates, all either dead or incapacitated. Rigel remembered using all of his remaining strength to launch himself at the bear, using his momentum to knock the bear off balance and send them both off the steep cliff of the mountain. He failed to recall much else. Rigel was unable to tell where he was, but he did not care at this point. Most of his ribs were shattered, internal bleeding evident with the darkening of his stomach. Both of his pupils were blown, a side effect of the raging concussion that forged a pounding migraine that hindered his vision. Rigel's legs shook, unable to hold his weight much longer. Hell bent on remaining on his feet, the male's eyes shifted up, the world before him shifting and rotating, dizziness overcoming him.