shackles

Erys wished hard that he had brought some aloe with him, he knew the shade would be relief from burned skin, but the plant’s properties would have pulled the rest of the pain from inflamed skin. After they returned to the compound there would be plenty of salve to soothe him. For now, he needed to see to his open wounds, hydrate him, and maybe relieve a bit of his pain. It seemed that at the very least he was receptive to his voice, even if it was only because he was trained to follow any and every command. Erys felt his chest tighten, he wasn’t nearly far enough removed from the situation to not put himself exactly where this man was. How much longer would he have lasted on the ship before he was in this man’s position? Used, beated, and left to bake to death in the sun.

The pale mane uncurled himself just slightly, revealing his wounds and relaxing as much as he could. Erys tried to keep his own emotions at bay, blocking how he really felt was a well formed habit. For now, his patient needed relief. "Here, if you can eat this…” Erys offered the pain paste near his nose. "It will help relieve your pain.” He promised quietly. It might even knock him out. If he was sleeping Erys figured fixing him up would be a little easier. Softly Erys went back to clearing the dirt and debris from his tattered fur.

"Erystotle Atlas"