like the chestburster from alien but way less cool
Aggie!
05-09-2020, 07:27 PM
Sunlight streamed through the gaping wound in the horse' abdomen. The narrow beam swung lazily back and forth across Sunder's closed eyes as the tree branches that filtered the light above the horse swayed in the breeze. He awoke with a groan and tried to stretch before the red walls around him reminded him where he was. He'd slept away a blizzard inside a dead horse. At some point early in the morning he'd lost his grip on the skin and the tear had popped open. What little heat remained in the beast had dissipated leaving him chilled. But he was alive and he would take his blessings where he got them.
Well, he couldn't stay in the horse forever.
After taking a deep breath to prepare himself for the bitter cold outside, Sunder pushed his head through the belly wall. He was briefly blinded by the light, but chose to press on with stinging eyes. Best to just get it over with. He wrenched one shoulder free and then clawed at the ground with the accompanying paw until he could wiggle the second out. The sides of the horse's belly were stiff with cold and made a noise akin to cracking glass as he broke free.
Next came his abdomen. Sunder grumbled as the place the horse had kicked him was scraped but he pressed on. He had yet to look at the wound and was almost afraid to. It was awfully tender and he was a bit afraid the horse had done serious harm. Sunder had no healing experience so if he was seriously hurt he would have no choice but to deal with it.
With a crunchy pop he was free, standing naked as a jaybird on the frosty entrails of a horse in the middle of a snowy forest. The fierce wind blowing through the trees immediately had him regretting the decision but what was a dog to do?
Well, he couldn't stay in the horse forever.
After taking a deep breath to prepare himself for the bitter cold outside, Sunder pushed his head through the belly wall. He was briefly blinded by the light, but chose to press on with stinging eyes. Best to just get it over with. He wrenched one shoulder free and then clawed at the ground with the accompanying paw until he could wiggle the second out. The sides of the horse's belly were stiff with cold and made a noise akin to cracking glass as he broke free.
Next came his abdomen. Sunder grumbled as the place the horse had kicked him was scraped but he pressed on. He had yet to look at the wound and was almost afraid to. It was awfully tender and he was a bit afraid the horse had done serious harm. Sunder had no healing experience so if he was seriously hurt he would have no choice but to deal with it.
With a crunchy pop he was free, standing naked as a jaybird on the frosty entrails of a horse in the middle of a snowy forest. The fierce wind blowing through the trees immediately had him regretting the decision but what was a dog to do?
