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Warning for mild gore and vomit uvu;;
*He couldn't believe what he was seeing, even with it staring at him, literally dead in the face..
This man, if he could even be called that, who had brought himself into the werewolf's room uninvited (as it seemed most evil beings were prone to doing this, from his experience) had flung it across the floor before he really had any time to react. And then he was gone, and he'd barely heard a word he had said before taking his leave because he was so, startled by what he was seeing.
The moment he had seen it, the sent of decay and blood came wafting up to his senses, and while he was used to those sort of smells from years of hunting, this instantly made his insides tighten up and churn, threatening to make him sick. His mouth grew dry and his body began to shake as a cold sweat broke out on his skin and slowly trickled down his temple.
"D-Danni.." He uttered, barely audible.
It was her..
Laying there..
Her head..
Only her head..
Flung so carelessly towards him that red had been smeared across the deep brown wood of his floor in her wake. Her face bruised and cut, one eye nearly swollen shut. He stared in horror, unable to tear his gaze away as she seemed to stare back, lifelessly.
The shock of it finally made his knees shake enough that they buckled out from beneath him and he fell onto them and then one of his hands, while the other had quickly gone to cover his mouth. He began to repeat a muffled mantra of 'Oh glob..', as he tried to process it all and calm himself down at the same time. But there was nothing for it.
What was he supposed to do?
How was he supposed to handle this?
This couldn't be real, could it?
Accidentally, his gaze flickered up and caught with her dead one once more, it was her, this was real and he couldn't..
That had been a mistake as tears pricked the corner of his eyes and he suddenly felt his throat clench up and the food he'd eaten the day now found itself out of his stomach and splattered on the floor. He gagged at the taste of bile on his tongue and did it once more, slamming a fist on the wood as the contents of his stomach were emptied, and the other that had been holding him up, raked down it with suddenly grown claws. He wanted to call for someone, anyone, but he couldn't seem to form any other words.
After what felt like an eternity of heaving, he slumped downward onto the floor, curling his arms up around his head, whining and shaking, his eye's clenched shut but tears forced their way out and fell down his face.
He didn't even register the tapping on his door shortly after, or the concerned voice of Geoffrey before he opened it, to find him in this pathetic, whimpering heap and began hysterically calling for help. All he could hear was the frantic pounding of his own heart in his chest, like a drum that was going to break it was beating to hard, and he wanted to clamp his hands over his pointed ears and block it out. But even more so he wanted to block out the terrifying mental images and thoughts that were surely going to plague him for some time..
His friend was dead..And there was nothing he could do..*
This is probably the most intense thing I've ever drawn ghdfd It didn't turn out entirely how I had envisioned it in my head but over all I'm damn happy with this, I've been working on it all day.
Hhh I'm not the best or most experienced at comics andthatsecondpanelperspectiveishorriblehisbodydidntcomeoutlikeitwassupposedto, but again, I'm happy with this ;H;
Also I used part of this as an excuse to show a lil revamp of how some of his room would look, namely his bed. I wouldv'e added more detail to the top panel there, more stuff in the corner to really show that it's his room, but like I said, I've been working on this ALLLL DAYYY, I'msodonerightnowok ;v;
I'm tempted to write up a lil something for it here, but if I do, I'll do it tomorrow. ))
*He couldn't believe what he was seeing, even with it staring at him, literally dead in the face..
This man, if he could even be called that, who had brought himself into the werewolf's room uninvited (as it seemed most evil beings were prone to doing this, from his experience) had flung it across the floor before he really had any time to react. And then he was gone, and he'd barely heard a word he had said before taking his leave because he was so, startled by what he was seeing.
The moment he had seen it, the sent of decay and blood came wafting up to his senses, and while he was used to those sort of smells from years of hunting, this instantly made his insides tighten up and churn, threatening to make him sick. His mouth grew dry and his body began to shake as a cold sweat broke out on his skin and slowly trickled down his temple.
"D-Danni.." He uttered, barely audible.
It was her..
Laying there..
Her head..
Only her head..
Flung so carelessly towards him that red had been smeared across the deep brown wood of his floor in her wake. Her face bruised and cut, one eye nearly swollen shut. He stared in horror, unable to tear his gaze away as she seemed to stare back, lifelessly.
The shock of it finally made his knees shake enough that they buckled out from beneath him and he fell onto them and then one of his hands, while the other had quickly gone to cover his mouth. He began to repeat a muffled mantra of 'Oh glob..', as he tried to process it all and calm himself down at the same time. But there was nothing for it.
What was he supposed to do?
How was he supposed to handle this?
This couldn't be real, could it?
Accidentally, his gaze flickered up and caught with her dead one once more, it was her, this was real and he couldn't..
That had been a mistake as tears pricked the corner of his eyes and he suddenly felt his throat clench up and the food he'd eaten the day now found itself out of his stomach and splattered on the floor. He gagged at the taste of bile on his tongue and did it once more, slamming a fist on the wood as the contents of his stomach were emptied, and the other that had been holding him up, raked down it with suddenly grown claws. He wanted to call for someone, anyone, but he couldn't seem to form any other words.
After what felt like an eternity of heaving, he slumped downward onto the floor, curling his arms up around his head, whining and shaking, his eye's clenched shut but tears forced their way out and fell down his face.
He didn't even register the tapping on his door shortly after, or the concerned voice of Geoffrey before he opened it, to find him in this pathetic, whimpering heap and began hysterically calling for help. All he could hear was the frantic pounding of his own heart in his chest, like a drum that was going to break it was beating to hard, and he wanted to clamp his hands over his pointed ears and block it out. But even more so he wanted to block out the terrifying mental images and thoughts that were surely going to plague him for some time..
His friend was dead..And there was nothing he could do..*
This is probably the most intense thing I've ever drawn ghdfd It didn't turn out entirely how I had envisioned it in my head but over all I'm damn happy with this, I've been working on it all day.
Hhh I'm not the best or most experienced at comics andthatsecondpanelperspectiveishorriblehisbodydidntcomeoutlikeitwassupposedto, but again, I'm happy with this ;H;
Also I used part of this as an excuse to show a lil revamp of how some of his room would look, namely his bed. I wouldv'e added more detail to the top panel there, more stuff in the corner to really show that it's his room, but like I said, I've been working on this ALLLL DAYYY, I'msodonerightnowok ;v;
I'm tempted to write up a lil something for it here, but if I do, I'll do it tomorrow. ))
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*Starts Screaming* THE FEELS! OH GOD! *tears are everywhere* I AM CRYING SO INSANELY RIGHT NOW!
((I Am Just Overstating this....But 4 reals this was pretty sad. I literally just came back from 6 flags.))
((I Am Just Overstating this....But 4 reals this was pretty sad. I literally just came back from 6 flags.))