Snippet #1445423

Tick... Tick... Tick...

Droplets of rain fell from the tree just above Ezreal, an almost rhythmic consistency from each drop as the exploded on his forehead. The Forest was now peaceful where it had been life threatening just a handful of minutes before. Ezreal's body showed little to know signs of life aside from the slow rising of his chest, and the fidgeting eyes from behind his eyelids. His mind was stirring, though consciousness was not all there. Yet. Overhead the wind have a tug at the oaks, shaking the leaves and allowing them to drop the weight of the water which had accumulated on each of them. As the drops slapped against his body, Ezreal's body gave a jolt, his back lifting off the ground by about a foot though falling back down again. Groans came from his mouth as his eyebrows scrunched together, his fingers slowly coming to life as he felt the moist earth around him.

A hand found its way to his chest, setting on the scar which had miraculously healed within hours. Though still tender to the touch, it was not as difficult to bear as it had been before. Ezreal did little to acknowledge the fact that it had closed. No, he was more concerned about why he was alive right now. He remember chasing after someone from the Ruins, though it was a blur. The last thing he remembered was taking a knife to his chest, staring into eyes which seemed they could swallow him whole and fading off into nothingness. His body felt like it had been hit by a train, not really wanting to move at all though it would be necessary at some point in the very near future. Ezreal took on the chore of rolling onto his side, feeling every individual muscle in his body pull at almost the same time, a great groan than before escaping from behind clenched teeth. His left arm came around and held himself up, taking a few quick breaths. His breathing slowed for a split second as he felt his stomach turn over, his eyes widening by just a noticeable amount. His body turned again and he came to his hands and knees, the contents in his stomach erupting onto the forest floor. Another growl came from his mouth, sucking the contents which had made their way into his nose back and hacking them out onto the ground with the rest of it.

Ragged breaths followed, not a hundred percent sure if he was going to release more stomach acid and bile onto the ground. A few seconds brought relief to the man, his upper body rising from the ground and his hands finding their ways to his knees. His eyes looked around the forest, taking notice to his surroundings... He had no idea where the hell he was at. His eyes trailed to a large oak, a familiar object sticking into the pulp of the tree. Ezreal sat there for a few more seconds before finding the courage to stand up, the process taking much longer than normal. His first two steps were shaky, almost like a new born colt though he gained his barrings eventually. He slowly made his way to the tree, almost tripping over a root just before his hand took hold of the hilt, his weight leaning on the tree as he took a couple of breaths, another drawn out groan forcing its way out as he pulled back on the knife with all his might. The first attempt was for not, not even budging the blade. He took a few more breaths, repeating the process though pushing and pulling the handle up and down, finally fishing the blade out of the tree. With great relief he staggered backwards, staring at the blade in his hand. It weight seemed ten times what it was, decreasing the amount of time for it to find its way back into its sheath.

WIth very little reason left in him, he looked around, not having the slightest idea where he was. His arms hung at his sides as he looked around, finally looking at which side of the tree the blade had been in, looking in the opposite direction. He stood there for a minute or two, mustering the strength to take the first step forward. Odd noises escaped from his throat as he pushed onward, his breaths still ragged as they were before. He swallowed back what traces of saliva and acid in his mouth, his teeth rubbing against each other and giving off a odd feeling which he wasn't all too fond of. His eyes were cast downward though had the tendency to look up from time to time to make sure he was still going in the same direction. He concentrated on making one foot go in front of the other, finding each step a little harder than the one before it though he could almost feel his body waking up. His foot caught another root as he neared a tree, his left shoulder slamming into its dense bark as he used it for a source of support, growling a little under his breath. His eyes looked up to the clouded sky, an exasperated look on his face. "Shit..." He mumbled, finding his path and getting his feet moving again.

Ezreal's eyes followed places where the grass had been ripped from the ground, places where things wider than his own feet had been slammed down, gripping the ground and darting in the direction he had come. 'What the hell happened...' he thought to himself, not fully aware as to what happened to his body.

-Ten to Fifteen minutes later-

Ezreal had somehow made his way back to the path, his feet sluggishly pulling himself back down the road they came in on. He was breathing harder than he had been, and his body just wished to stop by all means though he wouldn't let it. His left foot took a slightly longer step than anticipated, creating yet another roar from inside his chest. He paused for a moment before continuing on his path, little attention being given to his surroundings aside from following the worn path in front of him. His continuation was short lived as the strength in his legs gave out for a moment, his body dropping to the ground as he found himself back on all fours yet again. Saliva dripped from his mouth as drew breaths, his fingers digging into the mud bellow him.