08-04-2018, 03:24 PM
[size=9pt]Moon wakes gasping. His body is in shock, working in overdrive to ensure its survival, but his vision is blurred and his mind slow to come-to. Everything is hazy, and it takes him a moment to get in line with his body, to realize what is going on.
Last he remembered, he'd been knocked out. Obviously, he wasn't conscious for that exact part, but he remembers a foreign scent on the border and thinking, vaguely, 'You probably shouldn't go see what that is without backup.' But Moon was anything if not a fucking dumbass, so he approached, nonetheless. And now he was here. Face in the dirt, rope cutting at his wrists. He sucks in breathes through his nose, desperate to calm his body, because, mentally, he was fucking fine. This was some Clan Ally-Enemy bullshit, nothing he worried himself with, and he'd be out of here in a matter of hours. So what if he suffers a bruise or two?
"Fuck." Rasps the lion, a lop-sided grin on his mucked-up maw as he regards the rope he's tied up with. "I knew you fish-breathed fuckers were into some kinky shit, but this is a whole other level." Somewhere in the depths of his disoriented brain was an alarm going off, telling him perhaps he should be careful with his words, but he'd never been before and so far, all it'd gotten him was a few scars and a family that didn't want him. What's the worse that could happen? "Let's at least establish a safe-word first, don'tcha think?"
Last he remembered, he'd been knocked out. Obviously, he wasn't conscious for that exact part, but he remembers a foreign scent on the border and thinking, vaguely, 'You probably shouldn't go see what that is without backup.' But Moon was anything if not a fucking dumbass, so he approached, nonetheless. And now he was here. Face in the dirt, rope cutting at his wrists. He sucks in breathes through his nose, desperate to calm his body, because, mentally, he was fucking fine. This was some Clan Ally-Enemy bullshit, nothing he worried himself with, and he'd be out of here in a matter of hours. So what if he suffers a bruise or two?
"Fuck." Rasps the lion, a lop-sided grin on his mucked-up maw as he regards the rope he's tied up with. "I knew you fish-breathed fuckers were into some kinky shit, but this is a whole other level." Somewhere in the depths of his disoriented brain was an alarm going off, telling him perhaps he should be careful with his words, but he'd never been before and so far, all it'd gotten him was a few scars and a family that didn't want him. What's the worse that could happen? "Let's at least establish a safe-word first, don'tcha think?"
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