07-26-2018, 10:14 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 420px; font-size:10px; font-family:verdana; text-align: justify;line-height: 110%; color:black"]It might have been little more than sheer dumb luck or a twist of fate, cruel and unforgiving as it turned about them, uncaring for the fact this as a child, simply continuing work they had disrupted by escaping it's clutches.
Slow is the rise of their chest, each breath wet and gasping, half-lidded eyes barely seeing the world, a smear of colour they could make no sense of. All too quickly it faded until it was him once more, a stranger though it was hard to push aside the feeling of familiarity, that something within eyes which gleamed bright gold had sparked a faint memory, a living shadow which moved smoothly, silence to each step. Worry bubbled within their chest, the faint whine which rose from them breaking into a cough, the ragged intake they took after a high pitched and pained thing. Too many teeth were present in a grin which seemed to have been cut there, stretching too far and it seems as though the face might split, the skin pulled too taunt to hold.
And then it is there once more. Pressure upon their throat, different, nothing sharp about it but their mind couldn't quite break from the memory, put within Gabriel's place the one who had left them in such a state. “N...n...no.” Upon their lips copper lingered, the word little more than a faint rasp as they struggled to push back, to remove him, each feeble attempt only leaving their paws to twitch, shifting only slightly. There was little more they could do, each push to force themself to move could only end in failure, their breath rushing through their clenched teeth in a soft whimper.
It hurt. Everything hurt. It felt as though snakes had coiled about their throat, tightening with each second that passed, the little energy adrenaline had lent their body fading until the heat rose, a fire burning across the ravaged skin. Laid bare it was too easy to see the damage, muscle torn apart to a point such damage is likely to leave them with problems, but it too shows their luck. Centred around the front of the throat the bite had missed their jugular vein, if only by a short distance, such has no care for the child all the same. Rough coughs rose as the blood pooled in their throat, the words of those which crowded about them little more than a faint ringing, lost as their mind struggled to stay awake.
Harland had not been a fighter, had never seen the devastation of combat nor felt such pain, yet something within them screamed for them to keep fighting, to not give in. And so they refused to, body finally falling limp as their brain came to register the fact those around them sought to help and not hinder, focusing simply on breathing, on the pressure against their throat, anything but the pain.
Slow is the rise of their chest, each breath wet and gasping, half-lidded eyes barely seeing the world, a smear of colour they could make no sense of. All too quickly it faded until it was him once more, a stranger though it was hard to push aside the feeling of familiarity, that something within eyes which gleamed bright gold had sparked a faint memory, a living shadow which moved smoothly, silence to each step. Worry bubbled within their chest, the faint whine which rose from them breaking into a cough, the ragged intake they took after a high pitched and pained thing. Too many teeth were present in a grin which seemed to have been cut there, stretching too far and it seems as though the face might split, the skin pulled too taunt to hold.
And then it is there once more. Pressure upon their throat, different, nothing sharp about it but their mind couldn't quite break from the memory, put within Gabriel's place the one who had left them in such a state. “N...n...no.” Upon their lips copper lingered, the word little more than a faint rasp as they struggled to push back, to remove him, each feeble attempt only leaving their paws to twitch, shifting only slightly. There was little more they could do, each push to force themself to move could only end in failure, their breath rushing through their clenched teeth in a soft whimper.
It hurt. Everything hurt. It felt as though snakes had coiled about their throat, tightening with each second that passed, the little energy adrenaline had lent their body fading until the heat rose, a fire burning across the ravaged skin. Laid bare it was too easy to see the damage, muscle torn apart to a point such damage is likely to leave them with problems, but it too shows their luck. Centred around the front of the throat the bite had missed their jugular vein, if only by a short distance, such has no care for the child all the same. Rough coughs rose as the blood pooled in their throat, the words of those which crowded about them little more than a faint ringing, lost as their mind struggled to stay awake.
Harland had not been a fighter, had never seen the devastation of combat nor felt such pain, yet something within them screamed for them to keep fighting, to not give in. And so they refused to, body finally falling limp as their brain came to register the fact those around them sought to help and not hinder, focusing simply on breathing, on the pressure against their throat, anything but the pain.