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It was a simple turn of events, really. The Labrador had been paddling around in the shallows, webbed paws strongly pushing him through the water. He didn’t know it, but the longer he stayed in the shallow water, the further he was pulled out. He was focused on his swimming, only realizing he had drifted too far when a wave washed over him, and salt water clogged his nostrils. He was in shock, watching as water flowed around him.
'Up,' his conscience screamed. But what way was up? His eyes slid open, and he looked for lighter water. Light was up. 'Up, dammit!', and up he went, barely taking a breath of air before a splash of salty water filled his mouth and pushed him under the surface.
It was the first time he experienced legitimate fear.
He swam upwards again, panic rushing through him. Another short gasp of air, another wave thrusting him under. He continued to drift farther away, and slowly, as the dog lost air, he couldn’t keep up with the constant beat down. So he let himself be thrust around, hoping by letting go the waves return the gesture.
Heavenlypup's voice popped in his head, murmuring incoherent words. Images of her flashed through his head, and eventually Bronwyn and Partyanimal did too - hell, even Castiel. He stopped all movements suddenly, realizing that if he did happen to die, he would never get the chance to say goodbye.
No matter how much his lungs begged for air, the dog didn't dare open his jaws. He felt the waves pushing him in, he could see the sea bottom. If he could cry, many salty tears would be joining the salt water. His conscience was continuously screaming to hold it in, to keep the unneeded air in his lungs, but it hurt so much. It felt like his insides were on fire, and soon black spots appeared danced across his vision.
His mind slipped. He sucked in the water, fear radiating through his body for a few moments, eventually being replaced by a certain peace. The water became a smooth blanket, cradling him to safety. He let the black spots take over, world filling with black emptiness. The last few images he saw were of Heavenlypup, Par, and Bronwyn, and a smile curved his lips.
So it was true, the last thing you saw before you died was the few you loved most?
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As the body finally reached it's final resting place, the dog was far gone, though a smile still rested on it's lips. A black mass popped out of the lifeform, some yellow orb in the center of it. The mass hesitated for a moment, seeming to try to figure out where to go before floating away.
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by the end of the week, luc will be back with a wiped memory C:
++ will still be replying to all prior threads.
