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*On the side of the river, where there is more forest than anything else, there is a dark figure slumped against the roots of a large tree. Once pure black wings stretch out behind him, nailed to the tree's trunk with large metal spikes, matted with blood. The appendages have been abused, areas where feathers might have been now crudely cut and pulled out. On closer inspection, the figure's violet hair is damp and blood flows freely from a cut on his brow. One eye (the other closed to keep the blood from blinding him) stares out blankly at the open journal below him, only semi-conscious. Hands bound, the body barely moves, save for the light rise and fall of it's chest. A breeze flips the pages of the journal and for a moment, Dark Mousy realizes what it is. Voice soft, he only hopes the Journal picks up his words.*
[Voice Post Activated]
...H-help me...
...Daisuke...
((Alrighty. ^^ Dark's back...and in a lot of pain. >3< He'll be a bit out of it when you find him...That last mumbled "Daisuke" at the end is just his subconscious calling out for his Tamer...Anyone can help him if they happen to stumble upon him...))
[Voice Post Activated]
...H-help me...
...Daisuke...
((Alrighty. ^^ Dark's back...and in a lot of pain. >3< He'll be a bit out of it when you find him...That last mumbled "Daisuke" at the end is just his subconscious calling out for his Tamer...Anyone can help him if they happen to stumble upon him...))