09-23-2018, 01:53 PM
[size=9pt]Shit. Of all people to find him like this, it had to be Fey. This would probably leave her scarred for life. It takes him a moment to even realize she's there, but breathy, broken words stumble from his mouth once he manages to register what she's saying. "The bird-- its wing was--" He can feel where his bone splinters under his skin. "I-- I tried to fix it, but then my arm-- Fuck." The magpie dances before him, unnaturally keen on its role as an observer. Its teasing him, he knows. Sucking in air through his teeth in an effort to make the pain go away. Labored, rough breaths once he realizes it's staying. "I'm okay, Fey." He keens, but looks nothing like it. He throws his head back to the sky, eyes sealed shut. Shaky fingers reach for his arm where it lies limp on the ground, but they stop short of touching. His words are ragged, delirious with badly concealed agony. "I'm good. Just-- rats with wings. Jesus. Shit. Shit."
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]