Adrenaline draining from her system, it's a miracle she makes it across the narrow straight home. Saltwater stinging the fresh wounds that mar her side, her muzzle, her chest-- scraped to high hell. It's not just the surface that hurts, that aches, that stings. Bad shape is an understatement as she paddles through the water, fighting to keep her head above. Coughing on seawater, grateful as her paws catch a sandbar as she draws close. Fuck.
Making it? Maybe not. Jael finds herself stumbling through water that comes up through her elbows. Tripping, another mouthful of it. Hind leg all but useless now, and the rest of them would be soon to follow. Exhaustion gripping her, making threats that Jael doesn't know how to process. She's too stubborn. Way too stubborn for her own good.
Ever have that thought, would my dog protect me if someone tried to break in? This one would try her hardest, even if it's for the worst. This one tried really fucking hard. Loyal like a dog, Jael's hind legs give way. Slumped in the shallow water, the pet blacks out.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
