07-28-2018, 03:30 PM
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Pain had a way of dredging up regrets and shining the mind's spotlight on them as they pranced around on stage insufferably, especailly when it was tied up in something to regret. There had been a time when his injuries were minimal, merely slight gashes that might scar but were otherwise insignificant, yet he had struggled more than the time he had broken a leg to rise from resting. The how of those wounds -the circumstances- wearied him more than the physical injuries, and looking back on it now, it was one of those many straws that eventually broke the camel's back. He'd received several lacerations across the face after getting between an assailant and the victim, a young thing who died of her own wounds before Gabe could get her to a medic. She'd been right behind him, curled limply as he took too long to end the attacker. The days following had been spent wondering if he'd only been a bit faster, a bit stronger, she might have lived, and the scars on his face would be worth it, rather than a reminder each time he happened to glance at his reflection.
Pain was to be expected. It was a point of just- finding a purpose for pain that mattered, and when it seemed directionless, or had injured more than physically, then it stung worse.
Of course, he'd never broken a wing before, so maybe that pain would be a bitch regardless of the circumstances around it. Not that it was the first thing on his mind when the hybrid found the stranger bleeding on the border. The first thought went something along the lines of, "holy shit that's a dragon can I keep him I want to keep him." The thoughts after that addressed the dragon's state of being, namely his injuries, ones Gabe didn't think he could do anything for beyond running for the nearest cleric and pointing. "Hey, easy there. I can fetch a few people to have a look at those wounds, but you'll have to promise not to run off. Or something." He doubted he would, and promises rarely meant anything, but still.
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Pain had a way of dredging up regrets and shining the mind's spotlight on them as they pranced around on stage insufferably, especailly when it was tied up in something to regret. There had been a time when his injuries were minimal, merely slight gashes that might scar but were otherwise insignificant, yet he had struggled more than the time he had broken a leg to rise from resting. The how of those wounds -the circumstances- wearied him more than the physical injuries, and looking back on it now, it was one of those many straws that eventually broke the camel's back. He'd received several lacerations across the face after getting between an assailant and the victim, a young thing who died of her own wounds before Gabe could get her to a medic. She'd been right behind him, curled limply as he took too long to end the attacker. The days following had been spent wondering if he'd only been a bit faster, a bit stronger, she might have lived, and the scars on his face would be worth it, rather than a reminder each time he happened to glance at his reflection.
Pain was to be expected. It was a point of just- finding a purpose for pain that mattered, and when it seemed directionless, or had injured more than physically, then it stung worse.
Of course, he'd never broken a wing before, so maybe that pain would be a bitch regardless of the circumstances around it. Not that it was the first thing on his mind when the hybrid found the stranger bleeding on the border. The first thought went something along the lines of, "holy shit that's a dragon can I keep him I want to keep him." The thoughts after that addressed the dragon's state of being, namely his injuries, ones Gabe didn't think he could do anything for beyond running for the nearest cleric and pointing. "Hey, easy there. I can fetch a few people to have a look at those wounds, but you'll have to promise not to run off. Or something." He doubted he would, and promises rarely meant anything, but still.
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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