set against oblivion
04-03-2014, 02:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-03-2014, 02:47 PM by Shay.)
Quiet paws swung in a queerly loose gait, carrying the sturdy form of Shay across the increasingly rocky ground. There was a pack in this direction, he knew, and right now his chances of survival would be greatly increased by finding one. The chance of being turned away or attacked at the border were high, as he did not know anything about this pack, but the longer he went without finding one right now the higher the risk of his death.
He was coming from the direction of the ravine, where he had been exploring the deep gash, picking out a path down one of the more gradual slopes. He remembered feeling like the ground moved beneath him, and he'd slipped, then nothing. Everything was blank from then until he'd found himself halfway here, blood coating his left front side and his left foreleg dragging. Every movement caused a breath-taking pain to shoot through the limb, so he just let it drag and endured it. The shoulder was certainly displaced, and the lower bone likely broken... maybe badly.
Worse than that, though, the left side of his face was... very bad. He wasn't sure how much damage had been done, but the pain radiating from the wound made him feel sick, and he'd had to stop and empty his stomach several times, until each time he stopped he could do no more than heave wretchedly. He could see nothing from that eye, got no response from several of the muscles around it, and fresh blood continued to leak down his side from the wound.
The scent of the pack marker's finally reached their peak. Here, this was where the border was. Just outside it, Shay stopped. Gray-toned nose pointed to the sky, a high note leaving his jaws, simply a polite request for a member of the pack in question to appear at the border. Howl completed, the gray wolf calmly sat, his tail curled around his toes as he waited.
OOC note: To start with, NOT a joining thread. Just a "oh hi there, do you have a bandaid?" thread. To continue... (of a rather graphic medical nature!) For reaction's sake, allow me to detail Shay's wounds. The left foreleg is dislocated at the shoulder, with a clean break through both the ulna and radius, though they are not badly displaced and have not broken the skin. On his face, a deep, wide gash travels diagonally across his whole left eye from the middle of his forehead to his jaw. The eye is gone and the cut goes to the bone. There's a good amount of gravel debris and it's bleeding quite a lot.
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