[hr][center][color=808B96][color=8493ca][h2][b]X e l l[/b][/h2][/color]Southeastern Mir [b]-[/b] The Fall[/color][/center]
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“…you… you don’t envy me dealing with that thing…?” Xell said softly, wiping a stream of sweat from his forehead. Eyes still congealed with layers of cerise and ruddy-like mud textures.

The Draconi dry-heaved aggressively. His lungs feeling like daggers pincing the pleura. White corneas flushing to pink from the pressure, before coughing up a sputum of blood. The large clot hitting the ground and splattering onto his clothes.

Bent over double again. Hearing the Otter boy continue to talk.

“You… you seem different somehow…” Xell slowly lifted his eroded face to see a whitehead capsule float within the furry palm. His eyes bulged out. Scaly hand trembling as he reached out for the capsule and sculled it.

The remedy appeared to be working. The dose appeared was doing enough to take away the red diffusion surrounding the periphery of this vision.

He noted the liqueur bottle he had in one hand. Almost half consumed. Was it this that had brought on this outspoken manner of the Lutran-
like being?

“Honestly… I would prefer what the Quack has in her backpack there…” he laughed almost insanely “I’ve never tried dope before. Seems meth spirits to me. A blind man’s liquor. But… if it would help me to see less of…”

He went silent. He knew who it was that haunted him. He gave the Youth a sorrowful look. 

[i]Wait, Ruby eyes? He can’t possibly know him! [/i] 

He was hanging onto a tree for support branch for support. With a clunk, the decayed gave way and he fell to the ground in a heap.
Shaking his head to rid of the flying stars circling his head, he looked up at the group and tried to focus on their faces. By now, Max and Nikki appeared to have made themselves scarce.

“Where did the others go?” he lowered his ears, looking from side to side frantically.