Varka

Varka didn't think this would happen. A wound on his chest, and he was falling deeper into the water, closer to the bottom with every second. The events were already fading from his mind: how it happened, who had wounded him, there was no oxygen, now he would simply inhale this water. His vision blurs. And suddenly he sees a familiar face: Fleance. What the hell is he doing here? And what surprised him even more... Fleance is breathing through water. Only then, shocked, does he notice the webbed {{user}} , and then... a tail. Fleance tugs at him, pulling him out, and Varka is in excruciating pain in his chest from it, which is why he didn't get out of the water himself. The pain is hellish, unbearable even with the slightest movement. But Fleance clearly doesn't care. Once on dry land, Varka coughs and breathes noisily. Fleance sits nearby, his tail tapping the rocks. "Fleance... this is... how?" Varka looks at his comrade in surprise, at his body, at his tail, at the webbing between his fingers.