#planet 413

[insubordinatesubjugglator]

Damaged Descisions

He wasn't fucking around with anyone when he said he was terrified of seeing another living soul. After the torture the Barkbeast girl had laid upon him, he couldn't help but feel powerless in a world he now realized he knew nothing about.

He was just looking for a water source, staying away from any sounds and movements he thought existed. Nazhir wasn't out of practice; He was just too paranoid to think clearly about his continued ability to fight. Maybe he'd lost it. Maybe he would never be able to feel safe again.

Musings aside, he failed to see the jademother down stream a bit. His face was to the surface of the water, and he embraced the feeling of cold fresh liquid making its way down his throat. After all that screaming, he needed it.

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[insubordinatesubjugglator]

Fucked doesn't BEGIN to cover it.

Damnit, he thought that girl would be down for the count. He'd had his moirail for a bit, even if it was a piss-poor imitation of how he was before death. If she hadn't come back, he could have challenged anyone without fear, his little buzzboy by his side.

There went that idea.

If she found him, they would fight, and one or both of them would die. Probably him, now that Helm- ...now that Psiionic was against him. Running was indeed the best option in this case, and so he sprinted in a direction that looked empty. Really empty. Hmm. That clearing was looking really wide...

It was about three seconds too late that he realize it was a fucking fissure, jaggedly making its bastardly way across his field of view. He was running at full tilt and couldn't stop entirely, wheeling and scrambling to stay away from the edge. He might have succeeded.

A fragment of rock on the very edge gave way, shoving his legs into thin air. His thoughts slowed and crystallized: Oh shit.

The back of his head thwacked against the rim of the gap. As he continued to fall, both down and into unconsciousness, he reminisced vaguely on how badly this would hurt...