Hipster lays againist the tree he coughs gripping his stomach. Blood ozzing form his mouth running down his chin

He looks up at the sky and back down at the ground His hands shake

His body weakly fighting againist the pressure of death

Hipster finally looks down at the spear that stab him through the heart

He growls grabbing a hold of it and slowly but steadly pulling it out of his chest

His eyes water and he grits his teeth in pain as the spear was finally removed

His hand collapes next to him and he breathes out heavily

He slowly made his way to stand his legs could barely hold him up anymore as he almost collapsed he held himslef up and walked not very fair form where he was

He wistles as a dark figure rushes over "h-hey girl" he says weakly his mare looks at him with worry as he climbs and lays on her back

She slowly walks looking for any help she could find