Vail lay quivering on the cavern floor.
The pain was unlike any he had ever experienced before. It tore at him from the inside out, as if his very elemental powers were burning him alive from within. He coughed and hacked and screamed, until his throat became coarse and his voice died away. He was completely alone in the corridor, the broken pieces of a zamor sphere scattered around him.
The coughing continued, echoing down the corridor in a symphony of voices. Down here, the darkness spoke back. The eerie pauses in-between were the most unsettling though, and the silence was so overbearing, you could hear the own rush of your ears.
Eager to break the unsettling stillness, the Toa of Fire began speaking to himself (a habit that only continued to grow worse these days).
"The blood of Makuta, huh? What a rip off." He broke out into another hacking fit. It brought him all the way to the floor this time, and not too lightly at that. His body was still trembling uncontrollably, the broken glass bits crunching beneath his weight as he squirmed about.
"C'mon, just get up!" he growled, forcing himself to a sitting position. He pushed himself up onto his feet, and leaned against the slimy wall for support.
"I'll skin that oversized lizard alive for this." he muttered beneath his breath. He stumbled along slowly, feeling his way about within the pitch darkness.
"You hear that, greenie?!" he yelled out into the stale air. "Nice try, but your little poisonous concoction won't be enough to do me in! The Red Reaper will be back for your gizzard!"
His laugher was hoarse and unholy. Vail was completely unrecognizable beneath the slime and mud that now caked his weakened form. Normally, dirt beneath his nails was a bother, but he was a bit out of sorts at the moment. It seemed as if he were at death's door at last.
It was only natural that he go out laughing.
After a few more steps, dizziness overcame him and he collapsed in a heap, a smirk still pasted on his handsome features as his thoughts slipped away...
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Time stood still for the Toa of Fire as he lay in a peaceful state of unconsciousness, but hours had passed in the real world. Finally, his eyes flickered to life. Their orange glow reflected off the moistened walls, giving him a vague impression of where he was in relation to the floor.
His head throbbed, but aside from that he felt no more pain. What he did feel was thirst. It was almost ridiculous how much he craved blood.
How can I be thirsty already?
He sat up with his back to the wall, deciding against an attempt at standing again, for fear he'd pass out once more. His delirium had subsided significantly, however, and he seemed to be more or less back to his normal self.
Maybe a bit more irritable than usual though, he noted half-heartedly. What the ###### am I still doing in this dump?
Suddenly, voices could be heard, faintly at first, but they became more and more distinct with each second that passed. Vail scrambled to his feet and retreated into the shadows as fast as he could. He cursed and pasted himself against the wall, hoping that the small cavity would conceal his body enough. He sunk down to a squat to lay in wait. It was only a mater of time before the beings would be upon him.
OOC: Yeah thats you, Outsiders!