The amber eyes slowly flicked open, out of focus. The whole world was spinning. He felt that last refreshing burst of water on his face, the droplets hitting his fur and his skin slightly. He let out a faint smile, dry lips cracking. Feels so good... last time you'll ever taste water, Metlyr. He shut his eyes, almost fading away again. He whipped them open when he remembered if he fell asleep, there was a possibility he may never wake up. Oh well, you'll be going to hell anyways, it will be better there than you life ever was. He was smiling as he slid his eyes shut once again. His hole body was numb, along with his thoughts. The lovely femme was running through his mind, wearing a crown of pale pink and white roses.
Metlyr stirred when he felt a crawling sensation on his guts. Beetles... I always like the little creatures, quite good for stitching up wounds. His eyes flew open. Beetles! His amber orbs locked onto a cream colored femme. He was dead, definently. You're back! I must be dead, my lovely Nikolaus! As his eyes came to focus, he realized it was a stranger. He frowned, and looked down at his body. Small yellow and black beetles crawled around his entrails. His cracked, dry voice rasped out to the femme. Take them in yours jaws. Lock their mandibles onto... onto my stomach. First... first push my stuff back in... and then... rip the beetles off... and it...it will stitch it up... His voice grew tired and woozy at the end as he faded back into unconsciousness.
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