Hogarth mumbled deliriously, a great weight seemed to lift from his tired body, he opened his eyes and looked upon Aman and another as if in a dream, he smiled weakly. Thier voices appeared to be coming from far away in echoes. He felt light and dizzy. Then darkness enveloped his mind again.
Searing pain raced through his veins awakening him again and a part of him felt like it was being wrenched out of his being, a choking, suffocating part that held on to him for so long as he rode semiconciously on Damselle. He coughed up blood and vomit, someone appeared to clean him up and take care of him, he saw faint shapes and again a vision of Aman, he smiled weakly in his delirium. The encompassing darkenss welcomed him, it felt so good to go there. to succumb to it's allure, the darkness
Ooc- I am near death's door, save me.
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Thorgrim Odinson
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