[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=11px]it all began with the slam in the face, knocking him clear off his feet and sending him reeling into a tree, where he smashed his head and lost consciousness.
he did not know who his attacker was, but whilst he was out of it, he'd been attacked further, and drugged also, before being tied up and then strung from a tree. he'd awoken hanging upside down from a branch, his head foggy and swimming, his entire body throbbing and all he could think to do was groan in pain, even if that caused his brain to pound even further. enoch was in a bad state, bloodied and bruised from whatever had happened, and the poppy seed (almost) overdose had left him confused and befuddled, unable to work out what was going on for a long while. so he'd hung there for a while, until instinct had caused him to jerk out and gnaw at his bonds, freeing him from the tree so he slammed against the floor and heard a distinctive crack; my ribs.
"ohhhhhh..." enochiancub staggered to his feet and, aimlessly, he stumbled deeper into darkclan's territory, eyes rolling as he struggled to stay on his paws. tripping several times, he made it as far as the border, and almost fell over it, but a black blur barrelled into him again, and he was forced to the floor, climbed atop of, and then everything went black again, just an hour after waking up from his previous unconsciousness. this time, it was different though, for there were no more wounds inflicted upon his blood-splattered body. no, this time he was simply moved, and given more herbs of some sort that, when he awoke, restored his mind to clarity.
the black jaguar cub was in agony though, his headache worsening. his gaze was blurred even if his mind was sharp, and pain dulled his senses. he coughed, just once, and pivoted in a circle, trying to work out where the attacks were coming from, who was causing them. nothing, no-one, apparently. "p-please..." enochiancub murmured then, flattening his ears to his skull and squeezing his eyes shut, staggering on now, unsure of where he was heading. he'd never seen this part of the territory before, but he knew what was going to happen. third time lucky, yes? he crept forward, slinking close to the ground, and he'd barely made it twenty feet this time when it happened again.
blood and fur flew, and enoch lay still as whatever it was that attacked him did, and this time, when unconsciousness came, he embraced it.
"how fitting, angel of consciousness, unconscious."
"it was not his fault."
"he ought to be stripped of his title, i say."
"he is only young, he could not have expected this."
"then help him?"
"no, not help him. he is alone, now."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"come, we have work to do."
"..."
he did not awake this time, and it was hard to tell if he was even breathing, but one thing was for certain; those beautiful blue eyes of his... well, one was gone, his ribs were broken, his body was battered and his head was screaming out in sheer torture. he needed help. he was alone. and he was dying, if he even was still alive.
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