Like Jonah from the whale
Iolaire!
12-23-2019, 03:42 PM
There was little he could do besides lay there and shiver lightly. Everything hurt. Literally everything. Sunder had never been somewhere so cold so the stinging, biting pain he felt all over was a new experience. He'd never been so cold; he imagined this must have been what fire felt like. The dog was so cold, in fact, that he welcomed the waves that washed over him. For a brief moment they felt warm against his freezing skin and he could almost forgive them for their repeated drowning attempts.
The woman grabbed him by the scruff and hauled him bodily from the waves. He did his best to help, trying to coordinate his kicks with her tugs, but in the end he didn't know how much good it did. The dragging left him exhausted all over again. Every movement seemed to drag him down to a new energy low. He'd start to feel resigned at rock bottom only to learn there was another layer of misery below.
She wrapped her small frame around his and enveloped him in damp heat. It radiated from her wet coat but seemed to sink uselessly into his skin. He was just too cold; it would take ages for it to make a difference he could feel beyond the surface. But it was something and he was grateful. "T-t-tak-t-nk..." he stuttered, trying to thank her for her kindness. The words wouldn't come out right and he was afraid of biting his tongue. His shivering seemed to be getting worse - which was a sign he was getting better, but he didn't know that - and the violent shakes were starting to alarm him. Death felt like a very real possibility.
The woman grabbed him by the scruff and hauled him bodily from the waves. He did his best to help, trying to coordinate his kicks with her tugs, but in the end he didn't know how much good it did. The dragging left him exhausted all over again. Every movement seemed to drag him down to a new energy low. He'd start to feel resigned at rock bottom only to learn there was another layer of misery below.
She wrapped her small frame around his and enveloped him in damp heat. It radiated from her wet coat but seemed to sink uselessly into his skin. He was just too cold; it would take ages for it to make a difference he could feel beyond the surface. But it was something and he was grateful. "T-t-tak-t-nk..." he stuttered, trying to thank her for her kindness. The words wouldn't come out right and he was afraid of biting his tongue. His shivering seemed to be getting worse - which was a sign he was getting better, but he didn't know that - and the violent shakes were starting to alarm him. Death felt like a very real possibility.
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