ooc stuff here. ↔ 228 words
A faint snarl tugged at his lips as the girl edged closer. What was she thinking? He didn't know. He never knew, and it got on Dhiate's nerves. The snarl became real, if silent, as she spoke. Who did she think she was? He wasn't a coward! Even if he wanted help, he couldn't ask. It hurt too much. And what was this about not being coyotes? He knew he wasn't a coyote, be he had never felt very relaxed around wolves after his mother and father left. At that moment, his eyes widened with fear and pain.
Another cough took over. It burned his lungs, ripped at him. What had he done to deserve such pain? His throat felt like a rabbit had scratched and clawed him. His muscles all tensed as one. Dhiate's slender frame froze up as he hunched over. Silently, he sobbed, though the girl probably wouldn't have been able to tell. He just look to be coughing even harder. His slate blue eyes dulled, glazed over. The world around him faded around the edges and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. His breathing ragged, he looked up at the pretty female. His gray-blue eyes bore into her sapphire ones. The whites of his eyes were red and filled with pain right before they rolled back in his head. And he collapsed.
.dhiatefire .ooc {padding:0px; font-style:italic; padding-left:30px; padding-right: 30px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#bd4d0a; text-shadow: 2px 3px 3px #491808;}
.dhiatefire p {padding:425px 20px 20px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:10px;}
.dhiatefire b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffc425; text-shadow: 2px 3px 3px #491808; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif;}
.dhiatefire {background-color:#03030a; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/693lzm.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; width:480px; border:1px solid #491808; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#bd4d0a; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; padding:5px 0px 0px 0px; }
</style>