Way-to-Haven

A suffocation. A drowning sensation. The loss of breath, replaced with a liquid in his throat. It was dark, very dark, sight eluded him. The taste of bitterness filled his throat, the smell of something foul overtook him. Struggling blindly, scratching at the river that overtook him. Only when did his claws trace over his jaws, fangs and down to his neck did he feel the sticky warm blood that was his own. A gash in his neck, his life pouring out of him like a waterfall under his hands. A hideous laughter filled his head, a laughter with a thousand and one voices. Manically laughing, none in the least bit of concerned for the drowning individu