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Originally posted by 2 Die FR
Makatu's awakening at the far reaches of the prideland boundaries was as curious as his condition. His eyes were tightly shut, in hopes that if he did not open them the agonizing pain he was enduring would not be real, a nightmare, a figment of his imagination. His small body, though unscathed, shook from head to tail with pain. He had no idea who he was, nor where he was. All sense of direction ceased to exist. But sense enough to realize that his survival lay in his own mobility did occur to him. He tried moving a paw, but immediately wished he hadn't, as a shot like a hot knife pulsed through him. It was no use. He panicked as he realized how utterly helpless he was. But then, he reasoned, it was no matter, after all, he only was aware of his existence for fleeting minutes, if he died, it was no loss...So he laid there, what else could he do, and waited for the inevitable that was sure to come...
(Sorry for a morbid intro. Just background information on what happened.)