*Matheau lay curled up in his hidden little lair for, as he had for days now. He had not eaten, he had not slept, he took no water, all he did was lay there and stare at the cave entrance. A failure to both his mate and his daughter, missing a wing and a leg, he had neglected himself, and even if he wanted to reverse the process, it was far too late now. He knew he was dying, and he welcomed it. He couldn't move to take care of himself now if he had wanted to, and his considerable bulk was starting to suffocate him.* "The sooner the better......" *Would be rasped in a thick voice not his own and to no one, as he had been alone for what seemed decades* "The sooner death comes to claim me, the better......" *Not that he could see death coming, or anyone for that matter.
Because of his neglect to himself, his eyesight was very nearly gone, and he sighed wistfully, hoping the end would come soon*
Because of his neglect to himself, his eyesight was very nearly gone, and he sighed wistfully, hoping the end would come soon*