Your eyes are the size of the moon

He ordered her to get up...except that she couldn't do that just yet. Though it wasn't from lack of trying, as soon as he released her Hanako tilted herself as though push herself to her paws, only to flop back down. Like a fish flapping around on dry land. All that moving around made her insides slosh around and yep, there was no ifs or buts: she was gonna blow chunks. To her credit she somehow managed to wobble to her paws and stumbled, nearly tripping over three times in the process as she bowed down over the side of a rock pool and...Well, you know the rest.

The pain was fading, shock numbing out her senses as she raised a paw to her wipe at her maw and stared blankly at her reflection. She didn't even recognise herself, disheleved as though she'd been ravaged. She didn't even turn to look at him, even if only because somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind she knew she'd hate what she'd see. And then she was off, limping like a wounded fawn, swaying from side to side, her sense of balance all topsy-turvy. But that mattered none to her, she was running on automatic, paws going left right left right as she ambled her way up the beach, breath wheezy as bruises bloomed over the pale of her skin.