01-15-2021, 04:58 AM
TRY TO TAKE ME DOWN
BAALAL -- NONBINARY -- THE FROSTBLOWN -- SAGE -- MEDIUM DIFFICULTY
breaths shallow, pain knotting along nerves too tender for the agony that they brought with, eyes closed and claws unsheathed, panting hard for air. oh merle and anitt, have mercy on my soul!, they found themselves thinking, awoken from their slumber by cramping and rolling pains along their spine, practically paralyzing the beast as they once were so very long ago in their childhood. biting down on the cry of agony, they buried their muzzle into their paws as they panted, attempting to deafen the sounds of their frantic breath in the empty hut. swallowing, they did their best to keep their cool, shaking from the pain ripping through their back, worse than the burden of scar tissue there, phantom pains screeching along their nerves.
sobbing helplessly, they bunched the pelt of the polar bear that had given them these injuries, closer to their body as if it alone could pull them from the shackles of their affliction. waiting for the torture to end, they pressed their cheek into the cold fur, memories pulling at their mind. "hnngh ... please ... stop", they would breathe, eyes screwed shut as the memories and torment worked together on them, reducing them to a heap of whispered sobs and frantic gasps for air despite their efforts to escape the panic that onset them. after what felt like hours of reliving the memories, they found that the pain pinning them to their nest was gone, shakily moving to stand up and move, to get the cramps out of their limbs. wearily, making their way, they would exit their hut, exhaustion making the world reel and heave around them, the sage's legs giving way and sending them to the floor of the bridge where they sprawled, trying to regain their dignity and mind. ah, they shouldn't have moved out here ... the sun was rising soon and with it, it would bring blinding snows. "hah ... anybody out here that mind's giving me a helping paw?", they would call out shakily, pushing their pride to the back of their mind. this was fine, they would be fine.
sobbing helplessly, they bunched the pelt of the polar bear that had given them these injuries, closer to their body as if it alone could pull them from the shackles of their affliction. waiting for the torture to end, they pressed their cheek into the cold fur, memories pulling at their mind. "hnngh ... please ... stop", they would breathe, eyes screwed shut as the memories and torment worked together on them, reducing them to a heap of whispered sobs and frantic gasps for air despite their efforts to escape the panic that onset them. after what felt like hours of reliving the memories, they found that the pain pinning them to their nest was gone, shakily moving to stand up and move, to get the cramps out of their limbs. wearily, making their way, they would exit their hut, exhaustion making the world reel and heave around them, the sage's legs giving way and sending them to the floor of the bridge where they sprawled, trying to regain their dignity and mind. ah, they shouldn't have moved out here ... the sun was rising soon and with it, it would bring blinding snows. "hah ... anybody out here that mind's giving me a helping paw?", they would call out shakily, pushing their pride to the back of their mind. this was fine, they would be fine.