Alicanto wasn't sure if he was still awake. The sand moved beneath them, and he was pretty sure he could see it. But his mind wouldn't do anything. He couldn't fully think, and he didn't know if it was the lack of mental power or the loss of blood that made it near impossible to move any of his muscles. He wondered vaguely if he was dreaming.
The next thing he was aware of was the sand beneath his feathers again and he flinched slightly, trying to jerk his head up as he realized he'd started to slide into unconsciousness before. He was anxious that if he let himself fall asleep, he might never wake up again.
Alicanto groaned, opening his eyes again and looking up at Vel. The Rainwing was just a blurry outline in his black-tinted vision. His ears were still ringing and every little movement of his eyes or head sent more pain slicing into his brain.
@_-Captain BRM-_
(Again, he's just dying, I can't do much with dialogue or stuff)