04-12-2021, 04:09 AM
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trigger warnings mentions of alcohol, blood, injuries, trauma, .
tags 29 years old, medium opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
tags 29 years old, medium opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
"speech" 'thought' text
The man's eyes fluttered open, the light of two oil lamps flickering around him and casting disorienting shadows around him. He shivered and pushed himself further down into the blankets, he was cold, but sweating. He didn't want to move, the light was hurting his eyes, he quickly shut them tightly, and groaned.
His side felt terrible, it was like a million pins and needles were running down his stomach... had he been stabbed? Had he been impaled by an object on the mountain? He had been in the mountains right? Yes, because this was the lodge... where was Torrin? Where was... Gray. He slowly open his eyes squinting against the relative brightness compared to the darkness of his closed eyes.
There was a shape on the cot next to him... had there been-something? Had something happened? Was everyone okay? His head ached and as he tried to lift himself, that pain shot through his side once again, and he laid back with a grunt, his hand resting on the afflicted area to find it neatly bandaged... so someone had bandaged him... but who?
Why did he feel so... tired? Groggy? What was the word his poor mind was looking for. "Urghhhhhh." Was the only word that he was able to utter, before he rested his head back against the pillow. He was dead, that was it... just dead.
The man's eyes fluttered open, the light of two oil lamps flickering around him and casting disorienting shadows around him. He shivered and pushed himself further down into the blankets, he was cold, but sweating. He didn't want to move, the light was hurting his eyes, he quickly shut them tightly, and groaned.
His side felt terrible, it was like a million pins and needles were running down his stomach... had he been stabbed? Had he been impaled by an object on the mountain? He had been in the mountains right? Yes, because this was the lodge... where was Torrin? Where was... Gray. He slowly open his eyes squinting against the relative brightness compared to the darkness of his closed eyes.
There was a shape on the cot next to him... had there been-something? Had something happened? Was everyone okay? His head ached and as he tried to lift himself, that pain shot through his side once again, and he laid back with a grunt, his hand resting on the afflicted area to find it neatly bandaged... so someone had bandaged him... but who?
Why did he feel so... tired? Groggy? What was the word his poor mind was looking for. "Urghhhhhh." Was the only word that he was able to utter, before he rested his head back against the pillow. He was dead, that was it... just dead.