The Path of Death

( @Adsila . This is Thanos' death thread.)

He was to tired. No sleep, no food oh how it wore him down. So why had he come to these slippery jagged paths? Thanos should have known better but oh how he didn't. Off went the tawny male climbing the narrow paths. They were frosty and slippery underneath his paws. Yet he ignored the obvious signs of possible death and moved on.

Reaching as far as his body would let him go he laid by the edge his paws dangling off. It was then and there that his sanity was ready to snap. Thanos had caused so much pain to everyone. Aeolus, Erebos, Phineas, Adsila and Ace. What was the outcome? Feeling like shit because he couldn't stay in one place? Or was it wishing that death would take you to end this horrid life? Maybe it was both, but whatever it was Thanos wanted the feeling gone. It hurt and ached his already sore heart. He was a sorry excuse for a man.

Rising to his feet he tried to move further on. The path becoming more narrow and bumpy. More frosty and slippery. Though here he was blind as ever trying to push his body further. It wasn't to long till the hills fought back. They greeted him with to much frost his paws slipping over each other. Panicked Thanos didn't know what to do. Trying to fight the force he was only wasting energy. Yet he was a fighter and would do anything just to live one last day. Do anything to just see a familiar face one more time.

(This post was last modified: Feb 02, 2014, 03:45 AM by Thanos.)

So sorry for the wait! School and stuff D:
@Thanos

I don't judge people; it blurs out the center

Adsila Slayer

of my attention, my focus, myself

There was a break in the snow, and so the Young Slayer decided to go for a stroll, to get away from everything. Being alone made it easier to hide the pain, so she wouldn’t see the looks of pity upon other wolves faces when they were around her, like she was a delicate china doll that had to be protected from the wind. She could look after herself just fine, and didn’t need help from anyone. But running away from her problems didn’t solve anything, and they always followed her, wherever she went, even up rugged, slashed mountains that were deadly with their ice-covered peaks.

Pushing herself to reach a great height, the Young Slayer slowly and carefully made her way up the ice-slicked hills, stopping to rest every now and then to catch her breath. It was hard work, and in her slightly emaciated form, it was even tougher. But she wanted to do it, and so she would, so forgetting her aching muscles, she pushed on, steadily climbing the ice-slicked hills.

As a familiar scent carried by the wind attracted her attention, she stumbled and almost fell; slipping down a few inches before planting all four feet firmly on the slope. Lifting up her dark muzzle, she breathed in deeply, letting the scent coat the roof of her mouth and tongue. Pricking her ears, Adsila started forward at a length trot, hoping to reach him before he disappeared again, like he had the first time, though she did not know why he had. But maybe she could persuade him to come with them, instead of running away.

After a few minutes of climbing up the steep, deadly ice slick of a slope, she caught sight of a figure nearby, and let out a bark so he would know she was there. But just then, she saw his paws slipping and his body sliding down the slope; fighting to stay upright. Without a moment to spare, the Young Slayer leaped forward into a sprint, howling out his name, “THANOS!” so he could know she was there to help. She would get to him in time, and if she didn’t, there was no telling what she would do. She couldn’t allow that to happen, not while there was still a chance.

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