10-01-2012, 10:20 AM
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[/html]With the thundering in his ears, it was difficult to focus on anything else. He very much wanted to sit down or lay down and just sleep for a very long time. As he felt his eyes begin to droop, he was startled back into a form of consciousness when he felt something touch him. He flinched slightly, enough to make his left wrist jar in pain, but not so much that it shifted the rocks. He heard someone--Anatole, that was who Gerenuk said was here--ask him if he could move. He tried to wiggle out from under the rocks, but couldn't move his left wrist. His right shoulder was also pinned, but his legs were free.[/html]
"Suh-suh-suh..." he began, but realized that in his panic, he couldn't speak. "Luh-legs, yuh-yes. A-a-a-arms... nuh-no," he replied, trying to use sounds that he would make anyways if he panicked.
He realized that something was moving, somewhere, when he felt a gust of wind blow raindrops on the back of his neck. Anatole must have been trying to dig him out. He latched on to this thought and tried not to panic anymore, but somehow, he realized he felt very calm. There was a hurricane raging outside and he was trapped in his den, but the familiar feeling of panic wasn't as sharp or terrifying as before. [html]