Poise and Rationality
08-19-2014, 05:47 PM
He lay still for an eternity, feeling the nausea that came and went in waves. In reality, he couldn't have been there more than a few minutes before a voice reached his ears. The pain in his head was intense and pounded away with the beat of his heart, but not so unbearable as to impair his thinking. He was, well, as much as he could be, aware and reasonably capable of speech. The brute was unwilling to open his eyes again so he could only guess at the appearance of the one who addressed him. She was female, obviously, but the rest of her was a mystery to him. For the time being, Thor was alright with it. "Are you a healer," he queried, moving his head so that his face was pointed in her direction. At least he thought it was. Hell, for all he knew, she was a 200lb he standing in the opposite direction. "The ground gave out under me as I was walking along the ravine." He refused to plead for aid. If she wished to give it to him, she would not be met with resistance. A ringing settled in his ears as the nausea ebbed from him. The brute had yet to look himself over, but nothing felt broken or injured besides his head. It would make sense for him to have fallen head first and it wasn't entirely unreasonable to assume that he'd taken most of the damage to his head and forelimbs. Mostly he just ached. There was a stinging to his front paws that suggested they were scuffed and another patch along his chin that begged for attention. Speech |
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