05-01-2018, 03:44 PM
August's hazy grey eyes strained to keep an eye on the wolfdog, every so often flicking back to the lion to make sure he wasn't creeping up or anything. He huffed out another snort as he watched Jacob check the wound. The muscles near the wound twitched a bit as Jacob applied the marigold to it. "Keep everything out? What things will go in?" He watched as the cobweb was put over it and couldn't help but feel.. Wrong.
Would he always be numb like this? What if he just dropped dead again? It was so weird to watch someone touch his skin, only for him not to feel it. Would he ever be able to think normally? He could remember how he used to think. August rather thought dying and standing back up after death had made him very dumb. That was.. Upsetting. He used to be smart.
Once Jacob was finished with his momentary patching up of the wound, August staggered to his feet and flicked his ear. "Where are these tunnels? We can go now, right?" He dragged a hoof across the snow, watching it. Weird how his knees didn't buckle, even though he couldn't really feel that he was standing.
its hard to describe his numbness in an,,, ok way but basically im imagining it as being like.. when u stand up and ur foot/leg is asleep but hasnt started doing pins n needles yet
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