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[Hybrid Holocaust]

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FYI this is backdated to five days after this thread -- November 7, 2011. (WC: > 500)

[/html] He had not left his den for days. Although Enkiel had tended to the wounds he'd sustained while fighting the traitorous bitch, Enkiel couldn't prevent the pain that wracked his tired bones. He emerged from his den only to relieve himself and to hunt small prey nearby, not wanting to infect the rest of Inferni with his dying sickness. He knew he wasn't sick with anything; he just felt so damn feeble that he couldn't do anything. Uselessness; idleness, really, was a sickness for which he had always wished a remedy.

Today, he was able to walk farther and do more. That bitch had killed one coyote, Kesho, in the process of achieving her goals and Hybrid still mulled about it. He fucking hated knowing that some woman had killed Kesho. He'd been an able and competent warrior; something Inferni seemed to be lacking these days. He stalked through the sparse growth as he considered these things, too wrapped up in his own thoughts to properly hunt. He moved somewhat distractedly through the forest and was only startled by the sudden appearance and disappearance of a squirrel.

"For fuck's sake!" he shouted. He was too goddamn jumpy.

He shook his head and continued on his way, trying to move more quietly. He felt his shoulders aching as he pushed himself farther. He quickly left his den behind and was soon deep into the Forest of Nod. As he walked, he spotted another squirrel not too far away. He knew it would be useless to try and catch it, so he quietly watched it scurry away. However, in its wake, he spotted a small fawn. Although he knew its mother would be close by, he figured he might be able to sneak up on it and take it as his own. He crept closer, slinking as quietly as he could; but it was of no use. He made too much noise, and within seconds, the deer had spotted him, risen to its gangly feet, and dashed off. All Hybrid saw was a mocking white ass in the distance. Again, he cursed. He was having horrible luck today.

With that, he decided to return to his den. He wouldn't be catching anything today, so he figured he'd try again tomorrow. He sighed, very much annoyed at his own incompetence. He was too fucking useless to do anything.

As he trekked back to his den, he stepped carefully and noisily through the forest. No longer trying to hunt, he just wanted to return to his den and sleep through the rest of his horrible, painful day.

He took one step, but his paw landed wrong. It twisted and he tripped, falling forward. His other paw got stuck on a tree root and he fell into a dip in the land. As he fell, he heard a loud crack: he had broken his foreleg clean in two. He yowled in pain as fire shot through his leg. His other forepaw, where he'd first tripped, had twisted at an odd angle too. He tried to move, but was overcome with a sudden wave of dizziness. He then promptly threw up and passed out.

He woke up a few minutes later, struggling to breathe. He couldn't move and neither of forelegs were responding. He felt himself choking on something -- vomit? Piss? He couldn't tell -- and tried to push himself up with his back legs. For a second time, he succumbed to darkness and passed out.

That was the last thing Hybrid Holocaust remembered before he passed out forever. [html]

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