11.May.13, 07:06 PM
Oahvakeen's arm was broken, though he didn't know it, the two bashes into the wall had punished his head and neck, and now he was attempting to kick a dragon in the face? Any sane person would know better. If anything was certain, tonight was not his night. Things had escalated and escalated and the hormones of adrenaline and testosterone and everythign else that inhibited rational thinking coarsed through his body.
When his foot went up to kick the dragon, the dragon's mouth opened, causing the kick to miss and Oahvakeen's foot to wander inside at a high speed. A hiss was a breath of warm air across his leg. When the dragon snapped back Oahvakeen knew he had missed, and that his foot was still in the air, and so he surged forwards what bit he could. What he didn't know was that the dragon was done bearing his teeth, and so he pushed his leg straight into a closing vice grip. The pain was tremendous and the noise sickening. His body was held up by his leg now and he dangled from the dragon's mouth.
A whip was on him, and it spurred his spirit. He fought upside down, and tried to punch and lunge at the dragon's chest and front feet, but for all his efforts, he couldn't actually reach the dragon with his arms. All the while, the whip lashed him, and lashed him, and lashed him more, meeting his flesh with harsh bites that left red welts.
His efforts grew more frail and withdrawn as the lash continued to hit his back. When he finally stopped struggling, his absence of movement caused his body to ramp down the hormonal drugs that had plaugued him. Now that his nerves were not overwhelemed, they had the space to process all the pain, and it grew on him. All the lashes, his leg, his arm, head, neck, and back ; it all hurt. He shuddered with pain as the whip met his flesh again and again.
"I'm done...", he hoarsely whispered, trying to call 'Uncle' without loosing too much pride. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't, as the tears and emotions of sadness wouldn't come, and he didn't feel the least bit sad.
When his foot went up to kick the dragon, the dragon's mouth opened, causing the kick to miss and Oahvakeen's foot to wander inside at a high speed. A hiss was a breath of warm air across his leg. When the dragon snapped back Oahvakeen knew he had missed, and that his foot was still in the air, and so he surged forwards what bit he could. What he didn't know was that the dragon was done bearing his teeth, and so he pushed his leg straight into a closing vice grip. The pain was tremendous and the noise sickening. His body was held up by his leg now and he dangled from the dragon's mouth.
A whip was on him, and it spurred his spirit. He fought upside down, and tried to punch and lunge at the dragon's chest and front feet, but for all his efforts, he couldn't actually reach the dragon with his arms. All the while, the whip lashed him, and lashed him, and lashed him more, meeting his flesh with harsh bites that left red welts.
His efforts grew more frail and withdrawn as the lash continued to hit his back. When he finally stopped struggling, his absence of movement caused his body to ramp down the hormonal drugs that had plaugued him. Now that his nerves were not overwhelemed, they had the space to process all the pain, and it grew on him. All the lashes, his leg, his arm, head, neck, and back ; it all hurt. He shuddered with pain as the whip met his flesh again and again.
"I'm done...", he hoarsely whispered, trying to call 'Uncle' without loosing too much pride. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't, as the tears and emotions of sadness wouldn't come, and he didn't feel the least bit sad.