Mortalized

Weakness (4)

Don't worry about Maple, guys.
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Soldier down.

Battle cry.

Shrapnel.

Immortal down.

><>Herobrine's POV<><

     Gah! Dang-it!

     My leg once again slipped from under me, and I tumbled to my side, barely catching myself with my bruised and splitted hands. My fingers trembled as all my weight was put upon them in order to relieve my bleeding palms from the rough bark digging into them. It was going to be a long day..

     I used my good leg to place below my torso and lift myself up slowly. As much as I wanted to push myself and go faster, I had nowhere to go, and none remaining to be considered a threat to me. I was truly lost. There was no home... Not anymore.

     I grunted with the force I exerted to keep myself going forward. Perhaps I could build a small shack to live in for the time being, however, in my injured state, even a simple mound of dirt would be quite the challenge. Even though there was nobody going after me, my instincts were telling me to continue forward. As much as my body wanted to rest, I didn't dare go against my instincts. They were the only thing I could truly trust in.

     My right leg wobbled under me, my ankle deciding to not act normally, instead pretending to be jello under my weight. Even the slightest divot in the terrain would upset it, either sending a jolt of pain up my leg, or making me nearly lose my balance and fall again. My back also throbbed, as there were still several shards of glass cutting deep into my flesh. Pulling them out would only be a nightmare, though. A pain I kept putting off for my future self to handle. A small cut on my chin let blood leak down from it and onto my shirt and neck as I pushed myself forward.

     My leg was the one which decided it was time for a break, making me fall forward with an unpleasant sounding 'plunk!' I simply laid there for a while, catching my breath, not caring that the grass was tickling my face and pricking my nose. A soft wind blew, bring forth the scent of a living creature. I tensed as I lay there, not sure whether it was an animal of prey.. or the killing type. If so, I had little remaining strength to defend myself. I was physically, and energy drained. Perhaps even a little mentally drained. Maybe if I stay still, I can both be unnoticed and not have to use any more of my valuable strength.

     A shuffle in the bushes made me give up that wish, springing up and over-top my bad leg in order to back up against the tree behind, which my back gently pressed against, since I wasn't desperate enough to press that glass further into my back. I watched with fixated eyes on any and all movement before me. The bushes were thick ahead, and held within it patches of brown and grey. I squinted slightly, trying to identify the creature. The beast paused, two brown eyes peering through the bushes at me. Likely, it was examining me as much as I was examining it. We were both silent, in our heads sharing a secret conversation about which would be the one to make the first move.

     A soft whine pierced through the thick leaves, and the head of a domesticated wolf appeared through them. It's snout, eyes, and ears were black, while the rest was brown. As it stepped further out, I noticed two things. First, the creature actually looked quite shy for it's size. Perhaps it could feel the weak ura of my remaining power. Two, the domesticated wolf looked nothing like the typical grey ones. It's fur came in large patches of grey, brown, and black, even some lighter tan. His tail even curled up a little, unlike the straight tails of wolves. This must have been one of those 'dogs' humans were so fond of. Despite it's domesticated look, the creature's looks were still very wolf-like, keeping the long, thick, and tough fur. The beast was meant to last. It was born to survive in a place like the wilderness.