OOC: The dream shaw had was his depiction and entirely fabled inside his head, and does not show actual views of any mentioned characters. He is also in lupus form
The leaves were green, the breeze was light and refreshing. There was something... a sound of serenity nearby. Shawchert knew it was that of the Oasis, the waterfall, though its booming sound seemed to calm the soul, was pouring loosely into the bottomless pool below. He turned his head. He had never remembered climbing to the top of the Oasis before, but... it was so beautiful and serene! Looking down he could see the whole of the pool and he grinned Oh would Orin be so terrified if he jumped off the cliff into the water. She would worry the whole time he fell until he came back up unharmed except for smarting skin from the impact of the water. Yes he was going to do it. Taking a few steps back he began to run and at the last possible second he jumped. The feeling was so great, that was until what he saw as he took the freefall. It was no longer the welcoming pool of his home, no it was fire, red and burning, lava popping below wanting to get at him and he wasn’t falling fast enough for it. Shawchert flailed, trying to stop.
The red man sat up letting out a disfiguring scream. It was a bad idea for he wasn’t fully healed and his hips screamed in pain, he laid back down cringing his eyes shut. Everything had happened. He had been in and out of consciousness since his capture, but here he was a slave to the world, and his spirit was broken. He had lost his tongue for his talk, and had his bones fixed the wrong way, they didn’t waste time putting in a ring on the inside of his nose, as if he hadn’t had enough pain already. Groaning he rolled to his side, seeing if that would help him any but it didn’t. No matter where he moved nor how he moved the pain would not go away. He couldn’t help but notice his hands had been shackled as well, and his feet chained together. Well they paid no expense on his escape.... He thought. He looked around him. There were other sleeping forms or they were pretending, he didn’t htink they could sleep through that yell, though it didn’t sound like much of one. The spot where his tongue use to be hurt, though it was a dull pain now compared to the one in his hips and leg, which both were still broken. How long had he been here? The man didn’t know but he did know he looked worse for wear than the other slaves, at the moment. He had been in three fights in two weeks and he showed it. Scratches bruises and broken bones, his righ ear was missing and his face was nothing but a bumpy mess where he had been hit many times.
He knew he deserved all this, because if it hadn’t been for him his pack would never have had such horrible luck. Deep in the recess of his mind he knew he belonged here and deserved the treatment he got. He just wished the pain would stop.
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