WE'RE ANGELS BUT WE'RE STUCK IN HELL.
02-05-2014, 01:59 AM
Permission to pp given by Arwen
Sage watched as the man devoured the bitter herbs, his face contorting at their gritty texture. The relief was obvious as the male's body relaxed. Sage didn't hesitate and longer. He took two steps backwards then charged himself towards the tree trunk. The tree rolled down the opposite slope, only to be swept away by the surging waters below. What was left of the man's lev wasn't pretty. The stub of foot had been crushed by the tree, contorting the foot. Two toes were missing. The brute was lucky he couldn't feel it. Sage looked to the man and then his foot. Sage realized suddenly that the gnarled limb would have to come off. Sage shuddered at the thought of biting the man's foot off. It would have to be done. Sage grabbed a clump of Dock and Sage that grew where the trees roots were. With a quick glance at the man he bared his teeth and lowered his jaw. With a quick bite he severed halfway up his limb. Without deley, Sage had slapped on the Sage and Bound the whole thing in dock leaves tightly. The man was safe from infection now. Sage didn't meet the man's gaze when he said We'll need to shelter under that shrub for now "Speech," |