23.May.22, 07:22 PM
A groan passed his lips as strong arms hauled Chir back up when he would have otherwise fallen face-first into the ground. Air wheezed in and out in pained pants while a strange voice muttered in his ear. The young hunter struggled to get his legs beneath him, slipping on the blood-slick undergrowth. Without the support of the older man, he would have landed on his knees again.
There was no answer to any of the rider's questions, but he didn't seem too keen on waiting around for any anyway, much to Chironhes's relief. With his injured arm slung across the rider's shoulder, his good arm left to keep pressure against his side, Chir stumbled at the good samaritan's side until they reached an idyllic spot near one of the wide creeks that fed from the Great Lake west of Lemos. It was a familiar bend where Chir knew bordo to frequent. Based on the bend in the stranger's rod, he suspected the end of it sported one of the white and grey striped fish.
If he doesn't start reeling, he'll lose it, Chir thought dizzily. Dipping his head down, he peeled his hand away from his side and winced at the starkness of the blood there. It was more than he'd lost before. As a hunter, he wasn't innocent of injuries, but this was undoubtedly the worst. Trauma like this could be vocation-ending, if not life-ending. Without his vocation, his life may as well be forfeit, too. It was the only way he had to support himself.
Upon the stranger's return, Chir distractedly tugged at his sleeve and indicated towards the rod now nearly bent to the water's surface. He'd have to grab it now or never if he wanted it. The freckled boy was remiss to be responsible for repaying intended kindness by having him lose such a catch. To ensure the opportunity wasn't lost, Chir gently tapped on the older man's hands to encourage him to let go of the supplies. Plucking up a roll of bandages from the ground himself, he began wrapping his abdomen one-handed to stem the flow along his side. Though the injury to his shoulder bled as well, he was less concerned about it compared to the one closer to more vital parts.
There was no answer to any of the rider's questions, but he didn't seem too keen on waiting around for any anyway, much to Chironhes's relief. With his injured arm slung across the rider's shoulder, his good arm left to keep pressure against his side, Chir stumbled at the good samaritan's side until they reached an idyllic spot near one of the wide creeks that fed from the Great Lake west of Lemos. It was a familiar bend where Chir knew bordo to frequent. Based on the bend in the stranger's rod, he suspected the end of it sported one of the white and grey striped fish.
If he doesn't start reeling, he'll lose it, Chir thought dizzily. Dipping his head down, he peeled his hand away from his side and winced at the starkness of the blood there. It was more than he'd lost before. As a hunter, he wasn't innocent of injuries, but this was undoubtedly the worst. Trauma like this could be vocation-ending, if not life-ending. Without his vocation, his life may as well be forfeit, too. It was the only way he had to support himself.
Upon the stranger's return, Chir distractedly tugged at his sleeve and indicated towards the rod now nearly bent to the water's surface. He'd have to grab it now or never if he wanted it. The freckled boy was remiss to be responsible for repaying intended kindness by having him lose such a catch. To ensure the opportunity wasn't lost, Chir gently tapped on the older man's hands to encourage him to let go of the supplies. Plucking up a roll of bandages from the ground himself, he began wrapping his abdomen one-handed to stem the flow along his side. Though the injury to his shoulder bled as well, he was less concerned about it compared to the one closer to more vital parts.