October 26, 2024, 07:30 PM
He'd never seen injuries before.
Especially none so grave as those that littered the bodies of his present company. And himself.
All he knew were scrapes and bruises. Now he saw bone jutting from beneath mangled flesh, the meat of each of them exposed to biting air. He can taste the bloodsmell in the room and it is unlike any odour ever conceived before.
Quietly, and through apprehensive eyes did Nokht accept his new reality. He shrunk each time the man snarled a command to the woman he'd been with, but tried to be brave despite it.
And then the bad man came close.
First, there was panic, even if it was confined internally; the eyes were poor liars. Windows to the soul, so to speak. Well, rght now, his soul was shitting itself for the 5th consecutive time in a span of a few days. When the man reached for his leg, Nokht instictively recoiled, preparing for pain; and he would get it, albeit, not near as bad as it could've been. Though each wriggle of protest was met with a deafening snarl and shove to the hard stone, by the end of it, his fractured leg was wrapped tightly.
Only through the translatable tongue of the coy woman did Nokht come to the realisation that he was being.. helped. Finally, though the one doing it was the least expected, and least wanted. His bedside manner was horrible, but Nokht was not even going to dream about complaining. He tried to let him work as best he could, with the pain tolerance of a... well... toddler, and even tried to utter out a small mumble of gratitude when the man stalked off to the opposite corner to lick his own wounds.
He was polite, after all.
The whelp reconfigured his position, found a place where his wounds screamed a little less, laid half on his side, front paws tucked to his chest. He looked to the redwoman, where he could not tell where fur began and blood ended, and to the doctor tending to her, under duress of the bad man's teeth imminently connecting with the back of her head.
He laid his head down, and began to drift off in a matter of minutes.
Especially none so grave as those that littered the bodies of his present company. And himself.
All he knew were scrapes and bruises. Now he saw bone jutting from beneath mangled flesh, the meat of each of them exposed to biting air. He can taste the bloodsmell in the room and it is unlike any odour ever conceived before.
Quietly, and through apprehensive eyes did Nokht accept his new reality. He shrunk each time the man snarled a command to the woman he'd been with, but tried to be brave despite it.
And then the bad man came close.
First, there was panic, even if it was confined internally; the eyes were poor liars. Windows to the soul, so to speak. Well, rght now, his soul was shitting itself for the 5th consecutive time in a span of a few days. When the man reached for his leg, Nokht instictively recoiled, preparing for pain; and he would get it, albeit, not near as bad as it could've been. Though each wriggle of protest was met with a deafening snarl and shove to the hard stone, by the end of it, his fractured leg was wrapped tightly.
Only through the translatable tongue of the coy woman did Nokht come to the realisation that he was being.. helped. Finally, though the one doing it was the least expected, and least wanted. His bedside manner was horrible, but Nokht was not even going to dream about complaining. He tried to let him work as best he could, with the pain tolerance of a... well... toddler, and even tried to utter out a small mumble of gratitude when the man stalked off to the opposite corner to lick his own wounds.
He was polite, after all.
The whelp reconfigured his position, found a place where his wounds screamed a little less, laid half on his side, front paws tucked to his chest. He looked to the redwoman, where he could not tell where fur began and blood ended, and to the doctor tending to her, under duress of the bad man's teeth imminently connecting with the back of her head.
He laid his head down, and began to drift off in a matter of minutes.
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trastornado - by Soto - October 25, 2024, 04:27 PM
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