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sweetpinkpixie · 08-02-2018, 01:03 AM

The hand around his throat was only tightening, crushing his windpipe, and Derf had used what precious air he had stored in his lungs to utter the incantation to turn the boulders into dogs, so his chest was burning from the outside and inside. Shirt stained with his own blood and oxygen all but depleted within, his vision remained focused just enough to see his transfiguration effort only half succeed - which he wasn't terribly surprised about that since he really hardly ever succeeded in fully transfiguring anything - but what made him wish that the inferi had just ripped his heart out of his chest earlier was seeing the intent of his spell.....completely fail. Rather than latching their ferocious jaws on undead limbs and tear them from the rotting torsos...all they did was hurtle themselves at the Dark creatures...

.....and then they merely stood right back up.

He had failed.
Again.
Failed to protect anyone.

He head was beginning to spin and ability to see darkening. His entire mouth felt numb and there were sharp jolts of electrifying pain shooting from both his wrists up to the tips of his fingers and elbow. Breathing becoming more and more shallow, his eyes closed and at that precise moment (finally some #goodluckDerf?) the inferius' hands around his neck steadied and even released, filling his lungs with sweet oxygen. Or as sweet as it could be considering the smell of death in the air. His waning vision just barely registered the ethereal silvery glow of the Vulpes zerda and voice of the Defense professor (yes, even in times of crisis he could still recall scientific names) nor could he feel his professor's hand on his wrist - which would very much reveal a pulse...and that his wrist was very much broken. Both of them had been at the hands of the inferi.

It was an odd sort of thing, falling asleep at a time like this. Blunt trauma to the back of the head from it hitting a rock when he had been tackled to the ground had caused a terrible throbbing to his head...but that was going away now. All of it was. Nothing hurt and everything was calm.

Peaceful.

08-02-2018, 01:03 AM	#87 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,796 Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	slight rearranging someone get him to the hospital wing pls xD astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf The hand around his throat was only tightening, crushing his windpipe, and Derf had used what precious air he had stored in his lungs to utter the incantation to turn the boulders into dogs, so his chest was burning from the outside and inside. Shirt stained with his own blood and oxygen all but depleted within, his vision remained focused just enough to see his transfiguration effort only half succeed - which he wasn't terribly surprised about that since he really hardly ever succeeded in fully transfiguring anything - but what made him wish that the inferi had just ripped his heart out of his chest earlier was seeing the intent of his spell.....completely fail. Rather than latching their ferocious jaws on undead limbs and tear them from the rotting torsos...all they did was hurtle themselves at the Dark creatures... .....and then they merely stood right back up. He had failed. Again. Failed to protect anyone. He head was beginning to spin and ability to see darkening. His entire mouth felt numb and there were sharp jolts of electrifying pain shooting from both his wrists up to the tips of his fingers and elbow. Breathing becoming more and more shallow, his eyes closed and at that precise moment (finally some #goodluckDerf?) the inferius' hands around his neck steadied and even released, filling his lungs with sweet oxygen. Or as sweet as it could be considering the smell of death in the air. His waning vision just barely registered the ethereal silvery glow of the Vulpes zerda and voice of the Defense professor (yes, even in times of crisis he could still recall scientific names) nor could he feel his professor's hand on his wrist - which would very much reveal a pulse...and that his wrist was very much broken. Both of them had been at the hands of the inferi. It was an odd sort of thing, falling asleep at a time like this. Blunt trauma to the back of the head from it hitting a rock when he had been tackled to the ground had caused a terrible throbbing to his head...but that was going away now. All of it was. Nothing hurt and everything was calm. Peaceful. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes