spell the forty fourth; VOICEPOST~
[ there’s the muffled sound of a quiet thump, possibly a great many layers of fabric weighed down with something wet being tossed onto the cement floor, as the mage chokes on the blood pooling in the back of his throat, gasping for air and trying very hard to speak, though the words are hoarse and unrecognizable ]
...ganeh-! saah...kurr-ohran...?
[ Fai tries to shift but as his horribly bruised neck appears to be in a very odd position, the motion causes him to hiss in agony, wheezing slightly from the blood that’s already caked across his face ] I’m not kind. I’m weak.
eh-nd. d-duhn, fih-nsh.
If-I’ve died...I’m glad. For everyone. the nightmare is finally over, and-maybe...fai?
[ squirms again, trying desperately to lean up on his elbows, glazed eye falling over his scorched clothes, the elaborate fabric stained and torn beyond repair. but it’s too much for his broken neck, and he’s tumbled back onto the ground with a huff, everything spinning from lack of air ]
aashhhura-where, where, where?
...wuh-air?
[ ooc; SEMI OFF HIATUS! ALL STRIKES ARE THOUGHTS, HERE AND BELOW~ this is open to real time comment spamming or just regular replies! he’s sprawled out on the fifth floor of the warehouse, and has already made a nice mess with all of the blood. can’t move, can’t speak very well, so don’t expect much? :x he also thinks he’s dead. NOT TELLING ON THAT ONE. :3 ]