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01-23-2017, 11:26 AM
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ALBRECHT and strom
Maybe it’s a sign of the Basins abandon, or maybe it’s a sign of the Songbirds dedication, but for the second time since entering Helovia the old stallions life is in danger, and for the second time it’s Lena who answers his need. “My stomach.” He breathes in answer, stopping his thrashing but remaining heavy upon the ground. Sweat breaks out across his brow and around the base of his ears, as much a sign of his outward struggle as of his inward discomfort. “It hurtsssss.” He groans, leaning back to lie flat on his side, only marginally more dramatic than the situation really calls for. It does hurt, after all. As he reclines his head bumps against something smooth and limp at his back – his companion. The snake feels only a tiny bit better for regurgitating his food, the small flush of endorphins in response to vomiting softening the pain that crowds into his mind through their bond. He twists away from the stallions touch, just far enough out of reach to avoid being squished beneath his massive head or burned beneath the sickly heat of his skin. He musters a nonverbal complaint, a warning in the old stallions mind. The young serpent has never felt so poorly before. He knows that his bonded would never choose or desire this feeling of wrenching in his body, but he’s also aware that the sensation is coming to him only secondhand through their bond and not through any physical ailment of his own. He shifts farther away from the mass of black and auburn, mentally pointing the stallion toward the mare and demanding that he be left alone until he’s fixed this. "Talk." OOC // @Lena Come take your piece of me, blood or bone, No matter, I'll still be here when you're done. |
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