"Pyxlusss!"
He shouted on instinct.
"Grwa!"
The beast grained partly in response as its body quickly shifted as its back stretched backwards and its so did its left arm.
And for a moment it froze. Its body remained the way it was for about a fraction of a second which greatly puzzled Vermur before remembering something that caused hundreds of beads of sweat to fall from every part of his body.
And that was... when a catapult is being used to fire something in order to build enough pressure to shoot and energy for a furious impact. It had to be stretched. Just a little while before-
"GRWAAAA!"
"OHHHHH CRAAAP!"
Release.
And on queue, the beast's body violently snapped as its arm swung towards Vermur's direction.
As a normal person or one not yet strong enough to to anticipate and react to the beast's actions, Vermur just simply watched as his supposed end drew closer to him than his hope ever could.
His ears buzzed. His vision blurred. His body stilled and stiffened simultaneously. His breathes dropped. And his mind ceased.
As-
BOOM!
A thunderous explosion emmited from that side of this terrain as a fairly large dust cloud blasted out as a result of the impact from beast's mighty and inescapable blow.
As the cloud of dust and snow began to clear, the beast let out a breathe through its nose as if clearing it as it looked around for its prey.
It stomped from left to right and from back to forth but it found nothing. Though this didn't not co.pletely disappoint the beast there was a gleeme of hungar and disappointment in its eyes as it further ignored its surroundings and decided to trail on.
As its heavy footsteps moved along and caused tremors on the ground as it moved forward to maybe find a new piece of prey to hhnt and feast on.
And as for Vermur... yah, he definitely couldn't make it out alive from a blow like that but... right?
Nope, unfortunately... forbik the land of conscious dreams, unlike reality where fate conquer through every single choice made so does destiny in the place where dreams live, breath and prance about. Nightmare or dream they're all rulled by one singular semi-factor of a major factor. Destiny.
And so Veur wasn't supposed to die. But how? How could he have possibly survived a blow like that? Well, its simply because he fell. When the blow from earlier made impact with rock of the terrain on which he lain. Veur moved faster than his instincts could've directed him to and so when it landed it only scraped of the bit of the rock on which he hid on. And obviously him himself.
And so Vermur is now seen falling down. Down this terrain. His mind was hazy. His ears shattered with a restless buzz that signaled a severe damage taken to them. His breathes were fine. His legs were broken with open fractures that bled and closed as the air around as cold as usual froze his wounds before his body could even close them.
He was quite rather abstruse about all of this.
All that had happened. All that he experienced from the moment he awoke up to now. All those moments flashing through his hazy mind like a final attempt to enjoy the final bitter moments of his life.
His breathe was laced a shakiness that he quite couldn't understand the reason for feeling it.
And in his vision he saw a tear leave his eye. He fell fast but his tear left him away faster than he felt it form.
And then another tear came. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another. As they formed and fell faster simultaneously a warm uncomfortable sensation spread across Vermur's face from his eyes and through his upper throat as his vouce trembled. His hands shook even more as he fell. Fell from his hope. Fell from his chance. Fell farther and farther from his dream. As a cold harsh reality hit him so hard that he felt at the back of his head. But... he didn't care. He didn't scream like most or panic as one would've tried to finds away to avoid the death seemed inescapable.
An inevitable occurrence in a place where destiny and dreams ruled. He was... 'fated'
to experience something that should not. Something that chased him down and tied a leash on his throat as dragged further down. To what?
His death.
One that he never thought he'd face until ceased after an impossible beauty of this world. And so his vouce trembled even more.
And soon, turned into a soft cry. One that couldn't stop. One that he failed to keep in. One that was a by-product of the fate that caught up to him in this beautiful dream.
And as if all this wasn't enough. No sooner had he started crying than, had his body made a thunderous impact with something.
Something hard. He couldn't see what he hit. For the impact was strong enough to cause a deathening buzzy sensation to mirror throughout his body.
He was struggling to catch his breathe as he fell further. This pain which was greater than his earlier pains did not allow him to cry.
But before he could even catch to what was happening all around him.
Bam! He made impact again. Bam! And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And so many times over that his battered and bruised body turned Clinton's something akin to minced meat.
His bones snapped and broke as his flesh tore open with tons of blood spilling from him.
He wanted to know. Why? It was him who had to endure all this? Why, it was him to have survived it? Why, he felt this way and not like before?
Before when this wouldn't have made his already dying body regret its existence anymore. And why, he had had that stupid stupid dream that... he could have it all?
Before he could even think further, his body. Battered into a rag of flesh bad bone, numb from all the pain and blood loss.
His body made a final drop.
Onto ground. Solid ground. But...
"Ahhh-kh-kh-kh!"
It was cold. Like before. The only feeling his body had refused to numb out was the cold. The endless ruthless coldness that lingered around him. From the time he woke till now as he neared death once more.
Vermur muttered something, his head still plunged into the snowy ground as he lifted slowly. Muscles tore and his back bone snapped and cracked as he did so, but.
His head fell and rested on the ground as his view of the surrounding environment. It was painful to look. Knowing that he gone nowhere new.
His body numbed of all other sensation except for the cold, leaked blood and froze slowly in place as... Vermur his eyes...
"Ahhhk!"
Saw something that lit something in him that should've died many times over before.