10-07-2018, 12:49 AM
It had been two months since Rocky had been taken away from his home.
Two months since he had seen his family.
Two months since he had seen the place he grew up.
He had tried to come home a few times, he had tried to escape his slavers and he had tried to stay safe. It didn't work.
He grew angry. He grew resentful. He grew into someone that was not himself and that was how he coped. It was not him that was being hit and it was not him that was slaving away.
It had been a particularly easy week. Quill had taken him in a short time ago and he was only lashed a few times by those that still harbored resentment towards him. There were too many of those.
The fresh wounds upon his back often festered for a while but usually went down. That was not the case this time.
Rocky had bathed in the pitts poisoned water, without thinking of the consequences it would have on his wounds, and he got sick.
very sick.
He had barely been able to move since the sun had risen. he felt as if he was burning from the inside and he was slipping in and out of consciousness. He knew that Quill was worried about him but he wasn't sure what was going to happen or how he could be treated.
Rocky's feverish eyes were glazed and his fur was glistening with sweat, steam rising and evident in the late evening air. He did not know what was happening.
/ rocky is covered in scars from being lashed/whipped/beaten, primarily on his back and legs. he is missing his front left leg but the amputation was clean and it has healed alright. He is battling heavy infection and poisoning. He is also slightly malnourished and quite dehydrated
"SPEECH"
Two months since he had seen his family.
Two months since he had seen the place he grew up.
He had tried to come home a few times, he had tried to escape his slavers and he had tried to stay safe. It didn't work.
He grew angry. He grew resentful. He grew into someone that was not himself and that was how he coped. It was not him that was being hit and it was not him that was slaving away.
It had been a particularly easy week. Quill had taken him in a short time ago and he was only lashed a few times by those that still harbored resentment towards him. There were too many of those.
The fresh wounds upon his back often festered for a while but usually went down. That was not the case this time.
Rocky had bathed in the pitts poisoned water, without thinking of the consequences it would have on his wounds, and he got sick.
very sick.
He had barely been able to move since the sun had risen. he felt as if he was burning from the inside and he was slipping in and out of consciousness. He knew that Quill was worried about him but he wasn't sure what was going to happen or how he could be treated.
Rocky's feverish eyes were glazed and his fur was glistening with sweat, steam rising and evident in the late evening air. He did not know what was happening.
/ rocky is covered in scars from being lashed/whipped/beaten, primarily on his back and legs. he is missing his front left leg but the amputation was clean and it has healed alright. He is battling heavy infection and poisoning. He is also slightly malnourished and quite dehydrated
"SPEECH"