OOC: set later in the day, he's beaten poor shawww
Life wasn’t fair, that’s what the large man thought as he felt the nose of his ferret touching his, he opened his eyes. He was still n shock, but things were coming back quickly. He lay broken in the middle of the open ground. Swallowing Shawchert tried to move a leg, but it was no use. He was still in shock, he would have to wait for his feeling to come back and hope that nothing else came after him and finished him off. He doubted that Izzy would help him. She was so small. Looking at her with his large blue eyes, to her own auburn dark eyes he spoke, in slurred words.
“Gohunt”
He didn’t want her to see him like this, and hopefully by the time that he was able to move she would be back, maybe even with a prize. She nodded. Knowing the high speech quite well, she could also say a few words but those didn’t matter as she was worried for the only father she had known. She touched her nose to him then bounded off through the reeds of Drifter’s bay. Oh yes that’s where he was now. And he had gotten into another fight.... and once again lost. Why did the gods have to torment him and keep him alive. Groaning, he moved his head, a good sign for him, and his arm now moved too, he felt less stiff, but becauise he did, he felt entirely broken, the hip check he had given the woman who attacked her had done a number on him, not to mention the battering she gave him, cuts, bruisses, did she break one of his legs? Maybe that’s why he couldn’t move it. Taking his time he moved little by little and was soon on his feet, splayed out and shaky and he was bleeding freely somewhere, his shoulder, side back? Whatever it was he couldn’t concentrate on it, he just had to concentrate on leaving this cursed place and finding a way out and away from Inferni. As well as that quiet secretive pack he’d heard about. He knew he could find a place to rest once he was past these two places, but first, he had to move his paws.
He was able to move the right one.... and slowly, so slowly his back left and his fron left and back right, and he was moving slow, limping hurting, preying, how was he going to survive this one? Could he go back? No.... he would not continue to curse his family. No they were far better off without him.
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