It was hot then it was cold. Ashmedai couldn't get comfortable, but he was so tired. He didn't even remember his momma asking him how he felt. Everything seemed to hurt and everything was too spinny and Ashmedai just wanted it to stop so he could sleep. He felt so bad. He curled up tighter into himself for a bit, but then lost the energy to keep it up and ended up splaying out some in the back of the den. Vaguely, he heard voices outside. The indistinct voices murmured outside the den. One of the voices came closer and asked him how he was doing. In response, he would just groan a small, weak, "Bad...", but then she nudged him and he groaned more, "Stahp pleees..." He would move to roll over, or maybe it was a move to scoot away, but either way, he managed little more than a wiggle before huffing and falling back to somewhat of a sleep state.
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Ash wears a tourist shirt and a spiked leather harness from time to time. Sometimes together, sometimes not. Just so you know what you're getting yourself into.
Weaponsmaster
