Neverwinter Forest May I stand unshaken

last stark post for now! dont want him to fall inactive LMAO

Stark drifted on the cusp of consciousness, the world flickering in and out of hazy shapes and muted colors. A dull roar pulsed through his ears—whether blood rushing or distant voices, he couldn’t be sure. Every instinct told him to fight, but pain kept him tethered, forcing him still.

He became vaguely aware of movement. His body, heavy and cold, was shifted from one set of shoulders to another. The scent of moss and damp earth replaced the bitter tang of dried blood clinging to his nostrils. Low voices murmured around him—warm, firm, reassuring. They didn’t sound hostile.

He tried to open his eye, tried to speak, but his tongue felt thick, his throat stripped raw. A weak rasp escaped, barely audible over his ragged breathing. Someone touched his side, prompting a jolt of agony that ripped a groan from his chest. Though he wanted to lash out, bare fangs to defend himself, he just... couldn’t. His limbs wouldn’t listen.

His mouth tasted of bile, his head swam in a flood of feverish heat.