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It's been a while I submitted something here so here's an art I'm very proud of (since backgrounds always were my natural enemy XD) A little story from Caradoc's past, possibly screwed up the pose, but I don’t care.

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It was hard to breath. Each inhale was like thousand of pins in the lungs. An urge scratched his throat and he began to cough.Suddenly an unbelivable pain striked in the whole body. He rattled and instinctively hugged his stomach, waking up from the darkness. Some rusty ooze stuck inside his mouth he needed to spit out. It was his own blood. Gasping for air he elbowed, yet every single movement caused intense suffer. Everything was on fire around him, the air was heavy by smoke and death. He was the only one alive in this hell. The first thing he thought was to get out of here quickly, yet he wasn’t able to stand. He needed to grit his teeth to drag himself on the stained ground, away from this destroyed village.

He didn’t see where he was going, his mind was too heavy and fogged to think clearly. In the next moment he lost the stabile ground and he began to roll, down the hill the village was built on. He tried to stop himself but didn’t have any power for it, then, with a loud splash the spinning stopped and fresh water cooled his burning face. He groaned painfully by the latest stunt, but the water awakened him, eagerly drank to soak his dried out throat and wash away the taste of his blood. A gasp of relief left his mouth, then stared down stunned.

He didn’t see the bisharp he knew in the reflection. That male was gone forever. His crest and left shoulder was chipped, a long, bleeding wound ran across his closed right eye. Two more wound was on the chest and… for his greatest horror nothing remained from his chest blades, only horrible gashes with a few broken splinter. Also his whole body was full with bruises and aching, less serious wounds. His heart twisted when he just remembered of what has happened with him.

"…bastards…" rattled through his trembling lips, his shoulders shivered as he glared at his reflection "…Bastards. Bastard. BASTARDS!!!" roared even louder as he could from his lungs and slammed the water in rage and agony. He felt betrayed. The friends, the comrades he knew from his childhood turned against him so easily. Nobody even tried to resist. They all went up to punish him without any kind of regret. The bastards… He hated them all for being like this. These thoughts hurt him more than his wounds. Before he could do anything his mind went blurry again and he passed out in the shallows.

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mickeydisneyfan's avatar
my is that rough or what? Anyway, going off topic this time: still nothing about mouse from space?