Ouroboros Spine nagligigaa

Kigipigak had been injured before. He held the mark of his various dalliances upon his skin - eager to show off his Tartok-bred abilities - but this was different.

In this moment as he burned with fresh consuming pain, he saw in himself a weakness. He was not some prized warrior here; he had been prey, he had nearly been gutted. Had he paid out as much damage as he received? Kigipigak could not remember that - only the blur of the initial collision, now fading in his memory.

Ku...? he tries to speak, to say her name. He cannot take in enough air for it. Kigipigak looks pained and confused, what little voice he carries lilts with a questioning sound.