Snippet #1647021

She was as hostile as they said she was, and in a small way, in his semi-lucid state, that impressed Jantec.
The only problem was, he didn't know what she felt to be a threat about him, true, he smelled like another hunter bathed in the scent of felled prey, that could be it, or she could be protecting her meal, not her life.
To start with, he raised both his hands, revealing the chewed-down versions of his once proud metal claws, he meant no threat, but time was pressing.
He sat down, and though the act looked voluntary, another second and it wouldn't have been, he could feel his body practically crumpling under it's own weight.

"Aren't you the huntress tonight..?"

His voice wasn't high pitched, or sunken deep with a baritone range, it was perfectly in the middle, it was almost "Normal." just let he almost was.

"I understand that you're busy and all, and I hate to impose, but I have very little time.."

Jantec could already feel the insanity clawing at his mind, fighting to regain control, if only people understood why he let it, but now wasn't the time for that type of self pity.

"I'm not going to be upright much longer, and I'm terribly drained from using my clone, not to mention a little mental stress.."

He chuckled, however weak it was, and for the first time in two years, it sounded somewhat sane.

"And you probably only see me as another predator, a male feline no less, I've been told animals can always detect an Alpha or Omega's beast-DNA, but I'd rather appreciate a little help.."

His voice was growing ever weaker, and his breath was beginning to become ragged, his body raged at him, cursing him for staying conscious, all it wanted to do was sleep, sleep, and sleep until it shut down, and in many ways that would be a merciful fate for him, but not today.

"I've got...To get back to OKARI but..I simply can't..Wa...Walk.."

He felt a fiery burst of pain deep in his chest, his lungs spasming, convulsing in vein trying to gather enough air to support him, and they simply couldn't.
Colourful specs started to dance in his vision, mostly white though, which was in great contrast to the overwhelming blackness that swept across his consciousness, claiming his weak state with ease.