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09-21-2014, 12:26 AM
Sweat breaks once more under the gold’s coat of brown, and it leaves his nares clinging and grasping at air, even though he had not made one step. So badly did he want to shift his weight on his hinds, to relieve the weight, but to do so meant falling, and he had done enough of that today. Not to mention that if he fell, a sinking feeling told him he would not be getting up again. The white splashed girl breaks this dizzily depressing train of thought. Looking up to her he can see his real pain has dispelled any lies from her eyes. The gold notes her pain at simply looking upon his hips. Should he dare follow her gaze? Better not, it was hard enough to stand without knowing how terrible it actually was. Swallowing hard the gold regains some assurance this was worth it all in the sympathy that comes pouring from her eyes. Still the worry it might not actually be enough to get him to the Throat for a healer kept him from relief.
Strong words come into his pounding harks. I can help you. Body stills and he looks up to her with a heavy gaze. Was fate really going to be this kind. To let him, not only find a member of the Throat but save him from struggling to their border with this heavy burden. Perhaps it was feeling guilty for its recent beat down upon his back. In the end the golden son looks to the girl, slight relief comes with mingled remaining pain. “Oh Andromeda….” It was quivering, and for once was not intended to. Slowly the girl reaches out her dark muzzle. Relief was one thing, comfort was another. The golden flesh was not usually touched by kindness, but this world made it seem necessary, as the gold remembered back the damsel queen. Still, he does not move. It’s part of the act he’s struggling to keep up. She wanted to comfort the poor golden boy, so he lets her. Still he could not help from flinching as she touched his warm skin. It does not move away from her, and the gold closes his eyes to bring her reassurance it is welcomed. Her warm body meets his and it is first a burden, an extra heat, but the gold is no immune to the effects of sincere comfort, as much as he would like to be. So it does easy his breathing, and shaking legs, and gives him the strength to speak with a slightly stronger voice. “Please, I will do anything…” A hard swallow is pulled for effect as the stinging becomes more manageable with time to allow this small act of dramatization. “Please heal me.” Earth eyes look up and into hers with a deep rich warmth, but with the gold splashes still sizzling in pain. Hopefully this struggle of dealing with reality and lies would end soon.
OOC ::
"speech"
Never was it so hard,
To keep reality and lies apart.
To keep reality and lies apart.
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