Two Rivers Isle broker no argument

He felt ridiculous, more helpless than a fledgling tumbling down a cliffside - the ground all too ready to snuff out any spark of life on impact. Only that, would have been instant. This, was just a drawn agony, repeated tugging by rough waters and icy bite; worse than drowning was the aches of his body flaring again and again, casting his world into a dizzying mosaic. His front paws would snag on solid ground, paws flat enough to shove himself steady, only for his hind to crumble, refusing to let him stand - overtaxed.

The feeling of his scruff being seized had never been comforting a day in his life, and it wasn't starting now, even as he was reeled and practically dangled. He still found it in himself to wetly snarl, snapping teeth hard enough to click, but not remotely turned enough to strike. It was just a fitful reflex before heaving coughs wracked him.

The instant he could, he was dragging himself up a gravelly shore; he didn't remember when or how he had shaken off Magpie, but he only found regret as he crumpled back down as the relief of being back on his feet fell away. Cormorant shook violently, the freezing air almost crueler than the grasp of the water - his nose sniffled, but he couldn't find it in himself to try and shake himself off, just trembling as he drew his limbs in - cold breath misting before him. He coughed again, .. told you..

It was weak, lacking anything but loathing. Save for the shivering, he was completely still, nose wrinkled in pain as his body radiated every measure of discomfort he could. He wanted for nothing more than to crawl out of his skin - it was all too much.