A guttural groan crept from the back of his throat, secondhand to the way that his head spun and vision swam. Blood, cast a sickly shade of violet-blue, wept from the tears in his skin. Doe honey eyes glanced up to peer at the canopy overhead, soaking in the stench of pine and lavender, staring for a chance at sunlight peeking through the relentless darkness swamping all edges of his vision. Pain, first and foremost, was a dull presence clawing away at his numbed flesh. Dirt and pine needles wormed their way particularly into the gash lining his shoulder, making his skin hiss with distaste and blood. But his terrorized mind paid no heed to the woes of his injury.
Memories mingled together. Flashes of gnashing teeth and flailing limbs pressed against his eyelids as he shoved his eyes shut, willing himself not to puke. The feeling of being trapped suddenly overwhelmed him, bled into his pores, the cracks of his bones, into every sinew. Being attacked, held onto, the threat of his own awareness dangled over him...
SOFTWARE INSTABILITY INCREASED
RK800 gasped, wretched, and laid uselessly in the Shadow Veil’s territory.
// feel free to power play! he doesn’t have life threatening injuries. possible concussion, some bite marks, cracked rib, but a big tear on his front right leg that’s keeping him from walking. right now he’s disoriented and very winded.