he was burning.
water. where was the water?
oh god, everything hurt so much. oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. the heat was licking up his legs and kissing the softness of his stomach, searing burns into his delicate skin. he twisted his body left, right, left again, and then right one more. the fire continued to engulf him into its hellish fangs, setting his flesh and fur aflame.
water. he needed water.
he started to scream. stop it. stop it. he just wanted it stop. it hurt. it hurt so much, why wouldn't it just stop just why wouldn't it stop, please. he fell to the floor screaming, rolling and twisting in endless agony. the hellfire continued to eat away at his pitiful being, crackling into fiery laughter amongst his angry and pained cries.
"milo!" he screamed, eyes burning. "milo! where are you!? milo!" nothing. nothing but the flames dancing upon his body and the smell of burning fur filling his nose. "hiro, you bitch! i'll fucking kill you! i'll-" the flame erupted in an explosion of sparks and angry orange, swallowing him up whole once more.
water, he thought. water.
he was burning up, melting away into nothing. surely drowning would be better than this hell. he started to cry. he wanted nothing more but to drown. as if answering to his calls, the cloud of smoke around him began to seep down into the depths of his throat, eating away at his lifeline and drowning him in tortuous, infinite flames. he coughed wheezes of painful agony, and then started to scream until his voice began to tear, claws digging into the warmth of his face. blood began to run down his cheeks in swift streams, and he looked at his stained paws in hunger, sobbing tears of miserable relief.
water. he shakily brought a paw up to his face and examined the scarlet fluids in utter joy. poking his parched tongue out into the sizzling air, he dragged it along his paw and swallowed every. single. drop. water. water. water. water. water, water, water, water, waterwaterwaterwaterwaterwaterwaterwaterwaterwater-
nikko woke with a start.
... a dream?
slowly, he rose from the floor of the apprentices' den like a waking corpse. he stood dead still for a few silent moments, his jade green eyes staring unseeingly into the ground below. oh? he noticed the soil between his toes was scuffed and tossed about, deep gashes clawed into the dirt floor. had that always been there? nikko lifted his eyes and numbly realized that the other apprentices crowded in the small area were gathered around at the very edge of the den, as far away as possible from him. he regarded their looks of fear and suspicion with a dismissive sway of the tail. were they mad that he ruined their hard-earned den? oh, well. nikko was feeling in higher spirits today, so maybe he would gather up the motivation to offer an (half assed) apology for messing up their poor den later.
"oh my," he mused with a sigh. "have i woken everyone up? my deepest, sincerest apologies." nikko brushed past a terrified NPC apprentice and out into the camp, unconcerned about the blood on his claws or about the blood dripping down his scarred face. humming a toneless tune under his breath, the black tom began to make his merry way out of the camp. a dark smile danced upon his lips.
oh, how his scars stung like a bitch.
((right i've kinda been neglecting this guy and i couldn't figure out any sane way to get him back up and running in the clan, so...))