27.Aug.12, 02:39 PM
Stop!
The part of Sanderon that could still reason, knew that voice. He wanted to cry out, to beg the bronze to save him. He tried but even his fragmented mind might not be heard. He was trapped so deeply in this murky, twirling madness. Sanderon was in torment. His mind and his body were useless and both screamed for release. Broken and desperate and lost. Save me! His tiny, pathetic plea from behind a raging sea of shattered emotions was weak at best.
He heard D'ren's anger and disappointed voice. He no longer had the ability to understand the words that were spoken though. The sound of every syllable went wildly astray in his mind and he could not comprehend what was being said. He could only discerned the feelings behind them.
He suddenly felt when the 'threat' released his body. He was no longer being held against his will. The extreme pressure-pain that his arm had felt cooled dramatically and offered a little relief to his tortured soul. A part of him begged for a second wind so he could continue raging, but Sanderon did not have anything left to give. There was no second wind in him. His breathing came a little easier with the passing of each breath and he did not gulp the air as frantically as he once had. His eyes were only half open and trying to make sense of what they saw. They held very little comprehension at this point.
The heartwrenching sobs that came from another direction of the room irritated his senses and he growled weakly hoping they could be silenced. The crying was painful to hear. He heard the agony of his lost family in those sobs. It was becoming unbearable. His animal mind wanted to pummel the world and to stop the crying forever. But he couldn't even lift his head. He lay with his back upon the floor making a bloody imprint there.
His head was turned to the side and his whole entire being was limp. Come what may, the mess that was Sanderon was completely subdued.
The part of Sanderon that could still reason, knew that voice. He wanted to cry out, to beg the bronze to save him. He tried but even his fragmented mind might not be heard. He was trapped so deeply in this murky, twirling madness. Sanderon was in torment. His mind and his body were useless and both screamed for release. Broken and desperate and lost. Save me! His tiny, pathetic plea from behind a raging sea of shattered emotions was weak at best.
He heard D'ren's anger and disappointed voice. He no longer had the ability to understand the words that were spoken though. The sound of every syllable went wildly astray in his mind and he could not comprehend what was being said. He could only discerned the feelings behind them.
He suddenly felt when the 'threat' released his body. He was no longer being held against his will. The extreme pressure-pain that his arm had felt cooled dramatically and offered a little relief to his tortured soul. A part of him begged for a second wind so he could continue raging, but Sanderon did not have anything left to give. There was no second wind in him. His breathing came a little easier with the passing of each breath and he did not gulp the air as frantically as he once had. His eyes were only half open and trying to make sense of what they saw. They held very little comprehension at this point.
The heartwrenching sobs that came from another direction of the room irritated his senses and he growled weakly hoping they could be silenced. The crying was painful to hear. He heard the agony of his lost family in those sobs. It was becoming unbearable. His animal mind wanted to pummel the world and to stop the crying forever. But he couldn't even lift his head. He lay with his back upon the floor making a bloody imprint there.
His head was turned to the side and his whole entire being was limp. Come what may, the mess that was Sanderon was completely subdued.