Muted

The melodic sounds of the dame made him feel a little better, but, he wished he could enjoy things and get to know her in better circumstances. Everything about her screamed that she was a part of him, but he wasn't sure if it was by his father or what? Gods knew he hated that man with every fiber of his being as he tried his best to calm down and relax his breathing the best he could despite the blood and his sliced vocal cords. Her howl reverberated into the brute's ears before a wild cat happened to show himself. Great...not only could he move, but now more help was needed for him.

He gave a low, barely functional grunt that was more warbled and deformed if anything. But, he knew things would be much worse for him if he tried to speak or do anything that could cause more issues for the wound and vocal cords. He felt vines being wrapped around his legs as the dame soon walked off to possibly gather herbs.

'You better not decide to lie to your friend there, feline. For you're lucky that I'm in worse shape for I can sense your agitation from here' He closed his orbs once again as he felt the water lap around his body once they reached it. At least it helped cool him down, but the water that surrounded his throat...was not a pleasant or calming experience as he clenched his canines from the pain. 'Holy mother of Gods!'



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