Slowly, slowly Silent moved towards the nest they had been using in the medic den. A small wheezing came from his chest. They couldn't understand. Everything was spinning, the noise from outside the camp growing softer, fainter. Trembling, Lumos made it to the nest. A fit of coughs and hacks brought them down. A dark sticky liquid oozed out of his mouth. Silent could feel it slipping out of them, not just from their mouth, but from his wounds, which had never closed. They just had to get away, away from the rest of camp, from their kits. Don't let the kits see you like this, don't, don't, don't. Hyperventilating now, Silent lay in the nest, trying to focus. Focus, focus, focus. They couldn't leave now. Not now. Not when moth had their children to live for. It was too late. Pain gripped Silent, a small gasp escaped him as they closed their eyes shut tight. Then... it was gone. ... And so was he. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Anyway, Silenttide died from their wounds and an illness. They now reside in the Dark Forest. Thank you to everyone that was a part of Silent's life. 07 the short guy, I'm gonna miss rping as them :( ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ I'm to lazy to make art ._.
