oni_chaos
March 20th, 2009, 07:21 PM
Diro gasped for air. He had been shot three times in the back. He thought back to why he was where he was. In the middle of a war. He had been drafted a few years back and quickly rose in power. His skill with weapons was phenomanal, as was his way with words. He blinked, his vision blurring. He vaugly saw the crimson stained earth in front of him. Every time he blinked, more of his vision would fade. He staggared forward, gasping again. Each movement brought burning pain to his body. Is this really how it was going to end? He shivered, feeling numbness in his paws. He drew his gun and turned around, facing one of his squad members. The one who shot him. His squad member was reloading his gun, trying to finish Diro off. Slowly, his gun rose, aiming for the wolf in front of him. He cocked his pistal's hammer back and aimed at his squad member more carefully. His finger moved to the trigger. His squad member had his gun loaded and was bringing it up now. Diro fired first, his bullet embedding itself into the wolf's skull. He fell back, a stunned look on his face. Diro smerked weakly, falling back aswell. He hit the ground hard, his vision now no mre then a sliver of light. Today was a good day to die. That was the last thing that crossed General Diro's mind before his vision turned black and his breathing stopped.