THE TASTE OF IRON COATS HIS TONGUE, every nerve in his body screaming. it was impossible to tell where it hurt and where it didn’t. dazed and confused his eyes gradually opened; desperately trying to remember anything that could provide substance. the view that greeted him was that of a vixen; limbs splayed out and chained to the wall. it would have been a most welcomed sight had it not been for the fact that he was facing the same predicament. suppose spending time with her had been a mistake. such a shame she had become one of the few he could actually stomach ever since his descent. there was no judgement, no complications, no attachment --- and yet, seeing her beaten and bloody was less satisfying that he had hoped. “ yenna? ” the hound made an attempt to keep his breath shallow, the pain of inflating lungs and broken ribs making it challenging to speak. “ wake up--- ”
@vulpiine ~*:･ﾟ✧