“ i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this. ” /Rathain is pissed. :D
@hiirceth || Injury Meme || accepting
Samia barely registers the vampire’s voice for a moment, the entire world swimming around him. His vision is blurry, and he can’t tell if his eye’s shut because its swelling, or because of the blood in it. He could taste blood on his lips. His tail is bent at an awkward angle, as are all the fingers of his left hand. Scales have been pried from his arms and his legs. Samia can’t even begin to assess all of the damage from the sheer amount of pain. “You will wish you never crossed me, my pathetic little dragon.” Rivul’s words echoed in Samia’s head, both a distant memory and a nightmare come to life mere minutes ago. He’s painfully aware of each ping of pain every breath brings, but he can’t calm himself. He doesn’t know where Rivul went. Only knows he ran off. The collar feels as though it’s choking him, the shackles already having rubbed the skin of his wrists raw. Still Samia is trying to force himself up from the ground. But Rathain brings a sense of protection, of relief that he doesn’t have to face this alone. It overwhelms the feelings of pathetic helplessness.
“L-Leave. W-We need to leave!” the plea is desperate. Rivul would not have gone to so much trouble to reclaim him, if he planned to leave him to die in the woods.